In between the squawks, grunts and slew of garbles

I do believe that somehow I found my lost marbles

Somehow in the middle of all that crossed talk

When I finally learned to do the cross walk

I think that at long last I have found them

The moment I realized the worth of sin

Was less than the yearning to do right

I gained a little something like second sight

Spilled out so that all were there to be seen

I began my walk back toward being a human being

Or, at least somehow a bit of a better one

Truth be told, I know I owe it all to the Son

Playing for keepsies in another sort of style

I shoot another mental marble and smile…

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