Look At Who You Are
Coming out of your dark
It is no place for me
Filled with anger and hatered
With me as your mark
How sad of a soul you turned out to be
With all the gifts that you had
The equation ended with a pompous cad
It isn't to late to trust in the Lord
Let him be the might in your sword
God Bless
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014
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