The Miracle Poem by Michael Marshall Jr.

One who grew to hate
Lost and confused of their faith
Punished and beat without even a tear in his eyes
Corrupt by a woman and all her lies
Pushed away until his heart become cold
For there was no one there to hold
His heart only beats to cause more pain
Helpless with nothing to gain
This child who was lost
Was introduced to a man on a cross
With hope in a way out
And a river of tears he prayed without a doubt
Giving his soul to the almighty above
He learned to love
Inner glowing that to be so bright
Passion of a feeling that was just right
Won who grow to hate
Refined in their fight to find their faith