My Lord With Open Arms I Come To Thee
My Lord, with open arms I come to thee.
This world so brutal I plead for freedom.
A victim of a plague stealing my soul.
My Lord, with open arms I come to thee.
My days and night shaking in constant fear.
Trust is not there anymore to no one.
My Lord, with open arms I come to thee.
This world so brutal I plead for freedom.
7/27/2023
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2023
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