The sun rose for the first time,
Nature grew in the primeval light.
Through the first morning, God,
To all creatures, gave life.


I say of my own accord,
Whether or not you believe,
That God missed a creature on that very first morn
And that creature: me.


I do not believe that my pain
Was intended or thought out.
I just believe He cast me over;
I was not thought about.


Now I sit here at my last sun set
And on my knees I pray.
God finally seems to see me
As He gently closes my final day.

 
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