A poem for me ???
I thought I was there, I thought I had it all;
Knowing not what God had planned.
He had a weapon to take me down,
To humble me and crush my proud crown.
It stung me; oh yes, like a pretty bee;
was nothing but the grace of Thee.
Now i know where I stand,
in this beautiful and joyous errand.
Oh yes I have fallen bad,
But am nothing but a mere lad.
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