Our God

Lord you kept me here with my head drawed high, thinking about the days when i though you couldt here me or have forgotten about me, and the day i use to sat and cryed. But you brough me a mighty long way from where i came from and for that i give you praise with the words from mouth and the actions that i give off. I see so many people rejecting you but me i open the door to you. Lord im keeping my hands held high and my heart poured out, just keep me one more day.