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Matthew 18:3
Tonight, I became my youngest son,
my oldest son now gone
My youth reframed, new joy proclaimed,
a lost returning song
Tonight, I became that little boy,
whose playpen sets me free
All toys reclaimed, no further blame
-to enter joyfully
(The New Room: January, 2022)
my oldest son now gone
My youth reframed, new joy proclaimed,
a lost returning song
Tonight, I became that little boy,
whose playpen sets me free
All toys reclaimed, no further blame
-to enter joyfully
(The New Room: January, 2022)
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Matthew 18:3
Matthew 18:3