Blinded by your grace,
Not afraid to show my face,
Let the world know,
You've never let me go.
Against all my choices,
You've heard all my voices,
Everything born of shame,
You've seen and kept tame.
There's no need to label,
That I once gambled,
Heavenly and highly regarded,
Despite deeds done in disregard.
My thoughts & troubles at most,
Everything made put to test,
Make me not go alone,
Please let me take others along.
Even though we're sinners,
You've made us winners.
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Author:
Kwamboka Masereti (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A fine write Lizzie.
Thanks Orchidee:-)
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