Turth Or Truth
The day is done
You have chosen your cross
It is filled with hate
You must Carey it's weight
No Remorse
No Shame
How heavy it must be
This path is your choice
a manipulative voice
You can blame only you
It's snare is of your own scheming
believe in the Lord
It will prove redeeming
Just know that we are praying
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014
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