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
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