I write of things that I believe I’m our father’s son So I try to make good of the bad Use the things I’ve done To try help others understand Open their eyes to see That the Lords forgiving love Is beautiful and free The Lord brought me to this place This is where I belong I love to listen to the music As it plays my song My song has gone from Heavy Metal To a ballad soft and low More important than spreading the seeds Is loving them as they grow I just woke up if you have happened to read my other poem and I feel a lot better now. I've decided to keep my appointments if it's not to late so I have to run. I sure love you all.