Acrylic by Cheyenne Mercado
I am a vessel
Destined for mercy
A work of your hands
I use to wrestle
Focused on what hurt me
In a dried up land
I became what I saw
Hurt, pain, and shame
From the vessels of wrath
I missed your call
Seeking world gains
On the wrong path
I dried up too
The cracks couldn't hold
What you wanted to do
Suddenly times changed
The world grew darker
You sent me a sign
I heard you this time
So you patched me up
Gold character, Fine lined
Removed the old
Taught me your ways
Made me brand new
So I'll pour out
All you've given me
I'm made for you
About the Creator
Cheyenne Mercado
Secrets hidden behind a lock and key, suddenly his faithful love set me free.
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