I once felt lost,

small, shattered

and forgotten...

Deteriorated;

Broken...

Intrinsically rotten...

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I wept uncontrollably;

lost sight of the horizon

Convinced the sun

Would never come...

Though it was surely rising;

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Confused the darkness 

With the Light

that comes with a new day;

Still, I couldn't understand 

How I had lost my way...

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Until I felt 

the cozy warmth

that soothed my chilly soul;

My Savior called me nigh

and brought
me in from freezing cold.

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My Joy is everlasting

My Destiny in place;

Yeshua took my hurt

And drew a smile

upon my face.

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My distant past is fleeting;

My jubilation sure...

My blindness was my 

Sickness...

And Yeshua is the cure.