Your lot Screamed error's channel— Discord, loss, loneliness, Doubt, and fear All the days of your life to come! And, oh, how error televised Its own evidence, Cruel and bold. Weeping and helpless, I bowed for a time Until one day My heart rose up And in rebellion cried, Not so! God is good! God is Love! My lot is home, Complete, secure, With a father's faith, A mother's hope, And a child's pure joy.
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