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| written 4.46.2009, my room photo taken by me St. Francis' Church, Maa, Davao City |
Like a pill, an antidote
The One I cherish most
I ran away, far
He follows me and find my scars
With His words I tremble in fear
His touch bring me to tears
And then I feel with His will
I slowly lift my eyes and heal.
He points my puzzle to solve
Patiently, He creates the broken mold
Of my true self that age in pieces
He picks the parts and gently seizes
The love that can give the broken
And returns what has been stolen.
Everyday, He walks beside me
No matter the road I chose to be
He allows my freedom to roam
Never made me lost my way back home.
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