Melanie D Poet I do not know?

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

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Lawrence Ingle December 19, 2008 at 12:11 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.

Breana Wiggins December 10, 2008 at 12:43 PM I know how you feel. Great poem. *Breana*