A poem by C. He was 13 when he wrote this.
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I am a son of my Father.
I wonder when I will meet Him.
I hear Him, for He is life itself.
I see His works and gape.
I am a son of my Father.
I pretend not to know, but He knows all.
I feel His eyes upon me, as He smiles at my triumphs and frowns at my faults.
I touch a baby and feel it vibrate with a glow, only which He could bring.
I worry I will falter and be dragged off by an undertow of sin and temptation.
I cry when I'm in pain and the wolf draws near.
I am a son of my Father.
I understand life isn't just given to you like a present, you have to give yourself.
Those blisters of turmoil will be rewarded.
for He loves His servants, to serve Him.
I say spread your arms and embrace Him, for He is as mighty as ever!
I dream of running through Eden, everything perfect.
I try to appease Him. I hope He is proud.
I am a son of my Father.