He always knew he could never be the one
His trials and errors taught him these lessons
The world would forever be his enemy
His goals and dreams could never be reached
At times he’s amazed, how could he be so blinded
He knew his virtues could never cover his sins
And yet he still yearned for something to cling to
Anything that would tip the scales toward him
During his times of utter despair, hours dark and grim
He felt his pain at its worst, the anguish consuming
He pushed on through this sheer loneliness
Crying out to be saved, but sliding back into darkness
Silently he suffered; he could sense his journey’s end
Yet through his darkness, he saw the light
And could feel the warmth flowing deep into his soul
A peace passing his understanding
There was another that had already accomplished
That which he pushed himself towards
He would never be the perfect person
And good enough was never an option
How can you measure things swayed by men
A moving target, shifting by their whims
Goals and achievements temporal, limited by time
Present for the here and now, gone from eternity
And yet as he was bathed by this light
He felt a comfort he had never known
It wasn’t his journey he was charged to make
But an adventure that he had been sent on
Walking behind the One true light
Radiating brilliantly before him
He realized he was meant to share
In the joy brought to others
Pausing for the first time in his life
He reflected on this revelation
That all he ever had to do was accept a gift
And be what God had made him
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