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The boy was born protesting,
Both fists raised in the air;
He came, intent on proving
That life was just not fair.
As a toddler, he was charming,
His smile could be quite warm;
But still the smallest crisis
Brought on a raging storm.
A challenge to his parents,
A trial to all his friends;
He failed to honor others,
And refused to make amends.
In junior high and high school,
He altered not his course;
What he wanted, that he did,
And made his way with force.
His mother’s heart was broken,
At her offspring’s set of mind;
She longed to turn and lead him
To the Savior, good and kind.
But leaving home in anger,
His heart he hardened still;
The path he chose was tragic,
And centered on his will.
With time, he ran the gamut
of crime and all sin’s calls;
Sadly, soon he found himself,
Within dark prison walls.
Weeks and months went slowly,
And his heart began to break;
He longed for those who loved him,
Viewed his life one big mistake.
He searched for peace and comfort,
And a voice he seemed to hear -
His mother, crying, pleading,
“Seek the Savior, He is near.”
So to his knees he stumbled,
And sought the Master’s face;
His mind, his heart he yielded,
And found the Lord of grace.
On his release, he hastened,
To those who knew him best;
He asked for their forgiveness,
And then his soul found rest.
His mother’s smile received him,
As tears streamed down her face;
With tender arms she hugged him,
As joy took sorrow’s place.
From that day, to his life’s end,
The change was plain to all;
God’s touch brought joy and love,
To him who chose to call.
And so it shall forever be,
That He will hear each cry;
He’ll change and help the seeker,
And show that He is nigh.
His compassion changes not,
His heart is searching still;
He reaches for the broken one,
To wrap in His sweet will.
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