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In God's Hands

An old man sits all alone For ten years now, his wife's been gone A woman stands, hand on her bruised face Nowhere to go, but she has to leave this place A small child cries, mother asleep Too many pills, now this death she will keep Once he enjoyed getting high Swallowed in addiction, he now wonders why Why these things happen, no one understands We do the praying, and leave the rest in God's hands.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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