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My Dark Past. by Albert Watson Thinking Lord about my past Sends a chill an icy blast Into heart and mind and soul How then can this child be whole? My father a drunkard full of beer At night came home along with fear He'd throw his dinner up the wall Beat up mom then me did maul. A house of tears misery and hate To kids at school I could not relate Each smartly dressed in uniform Old hand me downs for me the norm. Most teachers there did sympathise Though one, this wretched girl despised You will never count for much Crippled then I still need a crutch I'm older now just twenty two Of relationships, I've had a few Then the past's ugliness appears Can I remove those awful years. I've watched you tread this sad terrain Seen your hurt and know your pain Come seek my Son on Calvary's cross He'll take your pain, remove the dross At this place there's hope find joy A promised home beyond the sky Be born again a new creation And in The Christ find your salvation. |
Please contact Albert Watson at "albwat@talktalk.net" to request permission to use this poem.