Please now look at me

My destiny was drafted in the skies

My fate was in the depth of hell rewritten for demise

Please now look at me and don't close your eyes

And love me as I am or leave me in despise

King Midas had the *gift* of turning into gold

Just everything whatever with his hands he touches

Oh, if I ever able be to turn My love into the word,

So precious as You are and meaningful still being as much is    

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