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Childhood scars under these garm's

Has my heart on guard,

Covered in Barb, beaten, scorned,

All trust instilled in the Lord.

I'd pray that the Lord keep my

Soul safe

Encased inside a glass heart

Obvi' destined to break

I relate with the beaten, bruised,

& Raped

Who lost faith, in the wake of distress

Prayers status: "Please wait.. "

For God's sake, I heard He's on time,

Yet at the apex of distress ... Late,

See from a sheep, fraile & meek,

Rose a Non-Greek beast, full of fray,

Watch & see how enemies,

Now cower, mouths agape,

Who'd think, opposite of white & weak,

Harbored God in it's ribcage,

Risen from sleep, preface complete,

A renewed journey begins,

The man shed sheepish shell to reveal

The Immortal God within.

Bijon Williams