Wayward
I have done it my own way,
wouldn't listen to what they say.
Most of my life spent out of touch,
clinging to my world, that wasn't much.
Chasing my dreams, only for riches,
finding the goals, full of glitches.
So one day a friend planted a seed,
in hoping his word's would be a creed.
It wasn't his words, that changed my life,
but the word of God, that cut like a knife.
I have been wayward, i would have to claim,
his love for me, is how i became.
Copyright © John Aaron Green | Year Posted 2011
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