Reborn

New Being.

Its past that in a midst of mist I stood,
Lost in darkest moments life's taste lacked,
Enslaved in self pleasures that pained than I held,
I considered it leisure but joy I missed,
I cried and dusted my face as future I envisaged,
In deep peats I was locked and so light I lacked,
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Now I got luck to utter am graced,
After I raced in captivity am saved,
For in Christ am accepted and not chased,
I have dusted past and lost are pains of what I faced,
What wise fools of the world lacks I've found,
Destined salvation that devil's battle lost to God.
Now luck I got and fate for life I have noted,
Am rebornand revived,
New and worthy being called renewed