Our God
Lord you kept me here with my head drawed high, thinking about the days when i though
you couldt here me or have forgotten about me, and the day i use to sat and cryed. But you
brough me a mighty long way from where i came from and for that i give you praise with
the words from mouth and the actions that i give off. I see so many people rejecting you but
me i open the door to you. Lord im keeping my hands held high and my heart poured out,
just keep me one more day.
Copyright © Jazmine Hunter | Year Posted 2009
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