Swaggered

Oh I was rolling at the party of pity,
swaggered up self with inward eyes,
disrespecting the path my Creator
prepared for me,
rocking my emotions
at a pity party,

making light of all of the blessings
my soul has tasted of,
the innumerable facets of love
the impacts on a heart for life,
the bouquet of friendships,
an array of Fatherly embraces
that direct a fearful heart
to the Grace sufficiently supplied
our propitiation, He died
and never fails to DD
at a pity party
and always
and forever
Amen

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