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His Little Sheep

I didn't realize how hard it'd be To sit here where I am Listening to words I used to love; Now being the wolf among you lambs In my seat, I began to cry The tears you all could see Your heads are turned but I still feel All your eyes on me I can't stand to hear He loves me and that He's greater than my heart That he'd readily forgive me If in the path of repentance I'd start I can't seem to do it all Into this world, I'm far too deep New friends, new goals, new everything I'm no longer His little sheep

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/19/2008 12:11:00 AM
Sometimes nobody wants to hear a thing that is good for them; I guess because we're all imperfect, and ol' satan has a way of getting a firm grip on us. No one can tell us how to live our lives, it's the choices we make that determine our future wether it's good or bad. I also have a problem getting on my good foot through life, it seem that at every turn there's an obstacle to overcome. It would be nice to live in a world where there's no pain or suffering, no deaths, no crime, etc.
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Date: 12/10/2008 12:43:00 PM
I know how you feel. Great poem. *Breana*
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