When I Cried...

THAT DAY, I STAYED THERE FOR A WEEK ONLY TO FIND OUT 
BAD NEWS...
SOME PART OF ME WAS DYIN AND I DONT KNOW WHY GOD CHOOSE ME AT 
THAT TIME TO LOSE...

I WAS SCARED, SHAKING, ASKING WHY ME OF ALL PEOPLE BUT WHAT WAS I 
TO DO...
I LOST EVERYTHING MY JOBS, MY SELF RESPECT, MY HAIR, AND I WAS 
SCARED TO BE TRUE...

I USE TO CRY EVERY NIGHT, WAKE UP WITH TEARS IN MY EYES, I WAS DYING 
FROM A SICKNESS BUT HAD NO ANSWER...
THAT DISEASE WHEN I CRIED SO MUCH WAS A FORM OF 
CANCER...

CHEMO-THERAPY TREATMENTS, THROWING UP MY GUTS, QUESTIONING 
GOD SO MUCH ON WHY HE SENDS TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS TO US...
I'VE NEVER EVER CRIED SO 
MUCH...

WHAT WAS I TO DO? JUST LET DA DEVIL RULE WHAT WAS NOT HIS FOR HIS 
JOY AND HAPPINESS...
I THEN REALIZED I BELONG TO GOD AND HE WAS DA ONLY ONE THAT 
COULD HEAL ME AND IT HAPPEN... 

I'VE OVERCOME SICKNESS BUT THERE'S NEVER BEEN A TIME I CRIED SO 
MUCH...
AND MY TEARS WHERE WASHED AWAY AND I DID IT WITH MY 
GOD'S HELP...

WHEN I CRIED, I CRIED TEARS OF SADNESS AND SORROW BECAUSE I 
NEVER KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO ME...
AND WHEN I CRIED I TOOK MY HEART DOWN SO FAR 
WITH ME....

SO WHEN U CRY MAKE SURE YOU ALWAYS KEEP THIS 
IN MIND....
THAT THERE'S BIGGER THINGS TO CRY ABOUT BECAUSE I 
ALMOST DIED...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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