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METAMORPHOSIS

I see the love, I feel the love
A tear fell from your eye
Because when you saw me again
All you could do is cry

I'm not the same person
The old me had to die
I won't question your absence
When I was slowly committing suicide

You didn't know what was going on inside
You did the best you could when you tried
I walked that boulevard alone
But in the end I found God

How do I characterize 
This new being, metamorphosized
A story so profound
It could never be plagiarized

I didn't know to find myself
I would have to be ostracized 

Like the butterfly
Transformed from the worm on the ground
Having to crawl through the dirt
So new life can be found

It's all for His glory
Look at the new creation
Only He could do this work
Purified through lamentation

Now I can't resent
To the world I present
The child of the King
The throne of a prince.




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Son of a preacher. College graduate in Mass Communications. Photographer. Writer. Creative. Innovative. Lyricist. Child of God. Lion Hearted Lamb. Addict.

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