How can you love me so,
To overlook my transgressions,
When I have so far to go,
Yet, you never tire giving lessons?
Only my personal creator,
Could consider me dearest,
As soul saver for to fetter,
Trading son for the Spirit.
Be my inseparable supervisor,
Encourage me when I’m tried,
For my life, be the scriptwriter,
My confidant and guide.
January 14, 2023
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