at birth—forsaken
from a watery grave taken
grafted into royalty
his people in slavery
murder took him out of God's concert
forty years spent hid in the desert
plenty of time to contemplate failure
but God is the great healer
invited to rejoin God's game plan
he said I don't think I can
you see, I'm not very eloquent
but to God he was very transparent
I made your mouth and I'll help you to speak
into my plans for you, here's a small peek