April 9, 2007

Before the alarm went off, and the day began

I remembered the morning I woke up.

It was cool that day, and I was young

It was early that day, and bright was the sun.

I was blind that day when the scales fell off,

I was dead that day, when he breathed life in,

I was in the womb that day, until I was born.

I was an orphan that day, when he became my father

I was an enemy that day, before I was made a friend,

I was lost on that day, until I was found.

I was forsaken that day until I was forgiven,

I was hopeless that day until I was redeemed.

And when the alarm goes off, and my day begins.

I remember and live in that life given to me.

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