Countdown
Feeding tha voids i once fed with drugs,sins,and lusts.
i found tha one to really trust.
and in my confinement ,
God showed me not to take life for granted
this is a temorary assignment.
see i come from near poverty and despair,
my mom worked hard to make sure food was their.
i come from trouble and strugle
now i strive to be right.
dont get me wrong cuz this will be a fight
he reassures me it will be alright
and in my prayers at night i pray for you.
that soon you will find him to.
i once lived tha ways of tha wicked
now tha holy spirt fills me like an open water spickett
dear heavenly father please help me live it
till i prove you
and get your message through
this internal clock ticks away,
count down is on eternal life is tha name of tha game.
let go of that resentment and tha pain
dont let thjis end you unsure in shame
take back that ground from tha snake in tha grass
tha devil is nothing more but of tha past......................
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