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It was a cold winter's morning when I awoke to body

terribly ill.

Although in pain and seeking a doctor's care,

my healing was the Lord's will.

I prayed and cried, occupying my thoughts with

much dread and many tears.

I looked for answers, by examining my faults,

and found only more questions and more fears.

I struggled with the recognition of my lot,

my life and my skin.

I tried to make sense of the changes in the attitude

of my closest and dearest friends.

I struggled with common words like peace, love

and happiness.

I tried to complicate their meaning with conditions

of turnoil, hatred and sadness.

To me nothing else made sense,

i tried and tried,

but everytime it breaks and breaks...

so i turned it over to GOD,my sinful life, my guilt

and my shame.

i asked him hard to make me forget that harmful game,

the game of love that made me die for his name,

i thought i'll kill my heart, but my love to him remaind the same...



The End...

20/dec/2004~02:09 am!!!