You showed me Gods love
And told me he was right there up above
You made week one grow into many more
And you metaphorically helped me off the floor
You adapted as I did,
No matter how many feelings I hid
And you took me under your wing
Giving me nothing but praises to the Lord to sing
You threw away the knives that scarred me
And showed who I could really be
You made life plain for me to see,
And helped me get back some of my dignity
A poem still isn't enough for me to say thanks
It won't ever be even the bottom of the ranks
But you reminded me how life isn't always fair
And showed me step by step how it can be repaired
No words can express how grateful I am
Not even the worlds best dithyramb
But I expect that the world will know and understand
When they see how much you are grand
I like to call myself a we
Because you must have helped dozens like me
So broken and discontent
You gave us a safe place to vent
You taught me how God loved me so
You made it a mission for me to be shown
For God gave us each a gift
And yours was that you could shape-shift
You showed me Gods love
And told me he was right there up above
You made week one grow into many more
And you metaphorically helped me off the floor
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