My story

Once at the morning, from my home I strayed,

To the cold yard of my soul, where shadows played.

No mood possessed me, unhappiness my guide,

In heavy spirit, where joy seemed to hide.

But lo! The flowers, a chorus taking flight,

With vibrant songs, filled morning with their light.

The verdant green, with laughter did resound,

As if from slumber, joy had just been found.

Our Lord was dead, then rose for us anew,

A sacrifice of love, both strong and true.

And in that moment, all my sins I saw,

My fallen state, the darkness and the flaw.

He severed them, with a redeeming grace,

A saving knife, that carved a brighter space.

My story changed, from sorrow turned to cheer,

Washing away the failures, year by year.

Now in this yard, where once despair had reigned,

A hopeful bloom, by His own hand sustained.

And though the chill, may sometimes linger near,

His resurrected love, dispels all fear.

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