To Me
We are brought into this world to live you see,
we're told we can become who we want to be.
We live,we learn,we win,we loose,
many different things in which we can choose.
We walk, we run, we skip,we hop,
this world never seems to come to a stop.
We work,we play,we laugh and we cry,
we bury are loved one's when ever they die.
What is life, I've asked many different times,
you see on tv all different kinds of crimes.
People who seem not to love anyone at all,
we build things to grow, and watch them fall.
One day I just had to say this out loud you see,
what kind of God would allow this to be?
To my surprise, a voice spoke up and said,
my children are alive, and yet they are dead.
In the darkness of this world lays death,
just laying, waiting to take your last breath.
From me, he causes my children to run and hide,
in my Spirit is the safe place to abide.
My child lean not unto your own understanding I say,
whatsoever you need, trust and believe in me as you pray.
Come out from amongst them, your different you see,
walk in my Spirit, for it will bring you to me...
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