I Cry

I Cry I was born in poverty and wealth was never my aim From all I can remember....wealth brought sorrow and shame We lived a life of simplicity Our neighbours..well they were family I grew up without praises I grew up without direction or guide But somewhere within my heart and my soul Was a Spirit whole and alive And from diaper to figure skates That something made His self known He was Jesus and became my redeemer Transforming our house into a home And He is a gentle man Worthy of crown and throne. Nursing my wounds cost Him His blood And I will probably never understand why He gives me so much of His precious love I can not repay Him...so I cry