Prodigal

What's a heart without a beat, a sky without the stars, a waist without a bead?
What's a bee without a hive, a sea without a shore and who's a man if his salvation is not assured?
What would have been the essence of life? What would have been the pleasures of life?
Of what good would it have done a man, if his dreams are not fulfilled. Imagine...
These imaginations would have been a figment of me.
I would have been a lost sheep. I wouldn't have found my shepherd.
I wouldn't have met this Man. I wouldn't have found Jesus.
I would have been a fragment from a shattered demon.
These wounds would have been denied therapy.
These words would have been profane.
This mind would have been insane, and this soul would have been lost.
But today, a thousand songs this lips sing, just to say grateful.

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