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When I Cried...

THAT DAY, I STAYED THERE FOR A WEEK ONLY TO FIND OUT BAD NEWS... SOME PART OF ME WAS DYIN AND I DONT KNOW WHY GOD CHOOSE ME AT THAT TIME TO LOSE... I WAS SCARED, SHAKING, ASKING WHY ME OF ALL PEOPLE BUT WHAT WAS I TO DO... I LOST EVERYTHING MY JOBS, MY SELF RESPECT, MY HAIR, AND I WAS SCARED TO BE TRUE... I USE TO CRY EVERY NIGHT, WAKE UP WITH TEARS IN MY EYES, I WAS DYING FROM A SICKNESS BUT HAD NO ANSWER... THAT DISEASE WHEN I CRIED SO MUCH WAS A FORM OF CANCER... CHEMO-THERAPY TREATMENTS, THROWING UP MY GUTS, QUESTIONING GOD SO MUCH ON WHY HE SENDS TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS TO US... I'VE NEVER EVER CRIED SO MUCH... WHAT WAS I TO DO? JUST LET DA DEVIL RULE WHAT WAS NOT HIS FOR HIS JOY AND HAPPINESS... I THEN REALIZED I BELONG TO GOD AND HE WAS DA ONLY ONE THAT COULD HEAL ME AND IT HAPPEN... I'VE OVERCOME SICKNESS BUT THERE'S NEVER BEEN A TIME I CRIED SO MUCH... AND MY TEARS WHERE WASHED AWAY AND I DID IT WITH MY GOD'S HELP... WHEN I CRIED, I CRIED TEARS OF SADNESS AND SORROW BECAUSE I NEVER KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO ME... AND WHEN I CRIED I TOOK MY HEART DOWN SO FAR WITH ME.... SO WHEN U CRY MAKE SURE YOU ALWAYS KEEP THIS IN MIND.... THAT THERE'S BIGGER THINGS TO CRY ABOUT BECAUSE I ALMOST DIED...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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