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My True Father

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If you were to ask me how I was as a child,
You'd gasp regarding my plight.
For I was adopted, bewildered, and wild.
Upon knowing my Father's retreat from my life.

A lack of identity kept haunting me.
I cried to God for I felt despised.
His Spirit made me alive while on my knees.
There and then God said; My Son Arise!

My salvation has come, behold I now see,
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Allan James Saywell 18 November 2004

Michael what a great little poem, what a great way to find yourself Have a good life you deserve it With kindness Allan james saywell

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