a prayer for all those who suffer from addiction


pick up your cross

I HOPE I DONT SINK TOO LOW
THAT I CANT COME BACK
THERE IS SO MUCH MISSERY IN SUCH A SMALL SACK
I CANT FORGET IM LOOSING
I CANT FORGET ALL THE PAIN
I CANT FORGET THE SACK IM USEING IS ROTTING OUT MY BRAIN
IVE GOT TO FIND MY WAY BACK TO THAT HOLY PLACE
IM SO ASHMED OF MY SINS ,MY GOD , I CANT SHOW MY FACE
I KEEP HOPING AND PRAYING GOD WILL TAKE CONTROL
HEAL ME WITH HIS MIGHTY HAND AND REDEEM MY SOUL
I HAVE TO FIND THE WAY BACK TO THE PATH I WAS ON
AND ALL THE ANGELS CRIED OUT TO ME AND SAID:"BOY,WHERE HAS YOUR FAITH GONE!"
AND THEN I HEARD NOTHING AROUND ME BUT THERE WAS THIS VOICE IN MY HEAD
"IF THIS IS HOW YOU ARE LIVING,BOY, YOU ARE BETTER OFF DEAD".
I HAVE HEARD YOUR CRY CHILD AND I WILL SHOW YOU MY GRACE
I WILL WASH AWAY ALL PAIN AND SINS AND PAIN
BUT YOU MUST KEEP UP THE PACE
PICK UP YOUR CROSS AND FOLLOW
CHOOSE THE RIGHT THING TO DO
REMEMBER BOY YOU BELEIVE IN ME AND I'LL BELEIVE IN YOU.




Poetry by rob lester
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Written on 2007-03-11 at 18:54

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