My Thanks Be To God
I've been cussed at and kicked
and knocked to the ground.
I've been left out for dead,
with nobody around.
So many lies forged,
by evil's desire.
I've fallen from grace
and plunged towards the fire.
My God has been there,
to pick me back up.
He gave me his son
and also his cup.
He gave me his love,
so that I could be free.
He died on that cross,
he did that for me.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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