How Often
How often, oh how often
In the days that have gone by
Did I sit alone in my bed room
Feeling like I wanted to die
I had so many reasons
I told myself each day
But God lifted them up and
He bared them all away
My heart was filled with hatred
About my life I did not care
And the burden I’d lain upon myself
Seemed greater than I could bare
A flood of thoughts came over me
That filled my eyes with tears
Because of the pain I’d brought on myself
For so many, many years
How glad I am now that my life has changed
And my burdens are no more
I’ve accepted God
Got off the drugs and
Finally found my self-love
Copyright © Janice Scott | Year Posted 2008
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