Life
We sit and wait, for the change of events
Is like wathcing paint dry,Thou art the simple
Glory that completes my life, when things
Don't go as planned,I go and hide my self and
Pray to be a better,a better man.
Such a comforting feeling knowing that
We have an extreme force that will fight your
evey battle and when they dont want you no
more, and your heart wants to explode, It's
A comfort to know that you call on him,
"Jesus"
And if revealed with faith and security
He shall be there on your every beckoned call.
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