With millions in gambling red
And houseless and broken.
Someone comes to burden
All his IOUs for him.
For no rhyme or reason.
Imagine a family shattered
And scarred of abuse
In alcohol and violence.
Someone comes to burden
All the pains into untruths.
To restore unity and harmony.
Now imagine a world sinned
In blood, warfare, and betrayal
Turned away from light and lost.
The Son of Creator comes to die
To save those he created.
Grace incomprehensible and so deep
Bless the Shepard who died for his sheep.
Wren
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