Claim Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Claim



I will not claim, Oh, whoa is me.
I know, I do not deserve to be.

Circled around me is death and pain,
though, to say I have suffered would be in vain.

I know the One who shed His blood,
has already done, all that He should.

So, no matter what these days will bring,
I'll lift my head to praise and sing!

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