this could be the first day,
the day when i am born and
the day
where i know you love me
and where, not being all about me.
i fall into love with you
so too, when i learn that forgetting is past
forgiveness andacceptance is over both
so, jesus would have learned
has he been a lover spurned
and i,
don't want to spurn him
i want to walk into this garden of delights
everything in my sight has been wortless
and until this day
i have been birthless
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