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I Believe

I'm trying to make it to heaven But the man downstairs is trying to pull me to his side He shows me visions of money and women I'm trying to be with GOD when it's time to ride Being with the Lord, I'll get whatever he thinks I need And be happy forever Messing around with the Devil I'll be locked away sweating in that hot weather I get on my knees and pray Lord, in you I believe Can't wait too late Cause when I get to the gates I don't want to have to Turn around and leave.

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Date: 5/17/2009 1:51:00 PM
This is such an excellent poem. It flow with such grace and reverence. I really like the essence of the piece and the praise it brings. Great job! ~Joseph
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