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The saved wretch

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Noon melts the morning dew
Discarded me becomes brand new
Grace that renewed my path and pace
My treadmill walk turns a track race

I was the defiled
Whose ills filled a file
Whose story tasted of bile
Who yearned for cleansing from the Nile

I was the ball
Fired by the Most Violent Player
The Striker that strikes the strenghtless
A goal headed for doom's post

Yet I am the one washed in blood
Who radiates light
A survivor of hurricane 'Transgression'
Saved by the kings passion on the cross

I am the gift wrapped in the king's love
Shielded from Lucifer's tinkling gloved finger
The tempter thought my stay would linger
But who lives in mars and continually sits on a stove?

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