Mercy me, you really are the force in all the good that people do
I read a man's note, it said 'do not forget how kind HE is',
If that be so, forgive my every sin and heal my every disease
Be merciful to me, let me hold your hand master,
I want to sing your praises and spread your word there after.
I was knocking so hard, I wondered how you didn't hear me
But a good man told me that I should wait in love for you to come and take me
I was waiting my sweet Lord, waiting for your touch,
Waiting to be in love with you.
YOU picked me up, adn then held my human hand
I hail thy name, knowing that I will now travel with you on this land
Note: I cannot express, and perhaps shouldnt even be stating what I've been thru recently. Dark, dense and at times as hot as perhaps the fires of hell. Last weekend I nearly put an end to it all, in a way I am far to embarassed to admit. But then, i have always known how fortunate I am because of how much God loves me. Yet another miracle. People call me a survivor, but I truly know I am not. I am just the fortunate one, the favourite son. It's been years since I acknowledged that - but yes I do know I am 'the favourite son'. Being that, it takes no rocket science to understand how much the 'opposite' side wants to put you down and harm you. The fool that I am, i nearly let them win, but then again, they perhaps forgot who they were messing with, just like i forgot who I was - his 'favourite son'. In the name of life, back on the path to be able to hear words of the trees that flirt with each other, the song of the oceans, the mischief of the rainsdrops, the love of the sunshine and above all the embrace of life, i pray for us all. For me in appreciation to being brought back to my life that I knew until recently, and to all the rest of you - so that you may love me, like i love you. Love, Breathe, Smile and above all Live. I am on my way back and promise to make you smile, laugh, live and love like you've known me to make you do so. - Tagore Almeida -
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