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This rocky road has torn my shoes
and I can’t run anymore,
the mileage counted is going to drop
because my feet are oh so sore.

My breathing is rough and ragged
and my head has begun to spin,
it’s cold out here dear Father
are you going to let me in?

I am a sad old sinner
there is no denying that,
I’m tired of Earth and want heaven
when will you take me back?

Satan is running the show down here
and Lord I want to come home,
this Earthly race between you and him
has worn me to the bone.

Old Scratch can push all our buttons
giving us things that we crave,
but none of this stuff will help us
when we finally go to the grave.

Needing your love and mercy
to once again be whole,
all I want when this life ends
is to return to you my soul.

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  1. Date: 1/12/2012 9:28:00 AM
    I enjoyed your poem, Bob. So much emotion. Your line, "Satan is running the show down here" is so true, but his time is running out. God Bless. Kim