I was born a boy and only knew sin.

I saw sin as if it was good.

But those unlit eyes could see only the darkness.

When I could walk it was only to fall.

I could not keep my thoughts ,and terror never escaped me.

Corruption roamed my mind holding back any beauty that was left.

I grew numb to my mind’s eye because restlessness became a part of life.

Yet hope came to me like a secret.

Coming to me gently in the night holding up no barrier, but only tearing them down.

I could not hear it or see it yet I was fathered through my sorrow.

Peace came to me, but was like a foreign land and spoken different tongue.

My heart was a train wreck in a desolate land with no help in sight.

But he came to me and told me it was OK for my heart to beat again.

He lifted me up next to his son… yet how could this be true!

I had nothing to give him or even welcomed him in, but he gave something to hold onto. 

He re-opened my wounds which sorrow came pouring out of them.

The pain was deep and unbearable yet that is where the healing came from.

I was put through the fire until only good was left, and through the fire I became a man.

I learned I believed in the lies, and lies were from my enemy.