I know you didn't choose this life, Neither did I for that matter, And I understand the quality of your soil For I came from similar ground. We together are crippled Clumsy, scarred, and insecure, Having grown from the same tree, Poisoned up from the roots. But we no longer need to explain our ineptitudes Nor use our pasts as excuses. These shadow-lives no longer outline us, For the sun has cast us all into light. For just as our roots set us up for certain failure, So this transplant has guaranteed us victory. Just as through one, the many were stunted, So now through one, life-giving nutrients flow. Don't you know that the curse has been reversed? You've begun anew unfettered to those shadows. That is why I understand the quality of your soul; I see myself through that selfsame blood. Upon Christ our tree is now growing With his perfect blood coursing through our veins, And the innocence we believed lost or stolen Has been returned to us as thi