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Never Enough

I’ve lived my life, not for me I’ve lived my life for my family Putting their needs always first I am last, in this faithless curse I’m a giver and never take Yet I’m the one who’s so disgraced My heart is pure and full of love All I ask is help from above The Lord had a special plan The minute my life began Why hasn’t it been employed? For I feel my life is destroyed I pray and pray that He will heal All my wounds and all my ideals I’m losing faith as time goes by I’m losing hope and starting to die I pray that Jesus will hear my pleas I pray He’ll show them what he sees Everything I do, is never enough Everything I do, is never that tough Open his eyes and let him see That the woman in dire, is vainly me Show him the sacrifices I have made Show him how much I have prayed Everything I do is never my best Everything I do is a constant protest Please help me Lord to remain strong Please help him Lord, show him he’s wrong

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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