Poetry: Reborn

It gives me great joy, to be part of your convoy,
In this procession, towards redemption.

You picked me up, whenever I messed up.

Every boulder, became a pebble,
Then a grain, and finally empty pain.

You cured my diseases, and healed my bruises.

Countless times I strayed, you I betrayed,
Yet you stayed, and my life you saved.

I was cleansed, and blessed.

Throughout the night, you gifted me sight,
In your might, you exuded light.

So that by the next morn, in me a new man was reborn.