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Chance of Chance

Step into the world,
Let freedom ring,
Where what you are and where you come from
Don’t mean a thing.
The streets knows no colors, culture, nor creed,
The soul that it’s after is all that it needs.
The road is wide,
The avenue’s name is perdition,
It’s purpose to destroy you,
Discarding your destiny into omission.
Now you’re in deep,
It’s a free for all,
Darkness swallows light
As you hit those brick walls.
You’re at the bottom,
Covered in dust.
Suddenly your mind wonders if,
“in God you can trust”
But shame does not allow you
To think of such a thought,
So you’re swallowed in self-pity
As you’re feeling so distraught.
“How did I get here?,” you ask
As you try to make some sense.
& in the midst of your confusion,
You begin to feel intense.
Something starts to happen,
That you’ve never felt before,
It’s something supernatural
Reaching deep to the bottom of your core.
That shame that tried to persuade you,
And kept whispering no,
Was eradicated by the Mercy
Who refused to let you go!
& he filled you with his Glory,
Transforming you into a Trophy of Grace.
Second chance to a beginning
Of a past that has been erased!

Psalm 42:11 Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.

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