When I was a child,
very meek, and mild.
Bullies of the world surround,
They always knocked me around.
The teen years came,
with them, more of the same.
A lonely guy,
No girl, no friend,
Thinking life is bad,
and will never end.
Then the Marines,
helped make me a man.
Went to Korea and Japan.
Realized people like me,
Dieing in Nam.
I had to make life count,
If I can.
Got home, bought a bike,
Road called to me,
Done whatever I like.
Got married, had children,
Show them another way.
Sought the God of my youth,
He was waiting for me.
Now each day belongs to him,
The future is no longer grim.
When my time is thru,
Jesus will take me home.
This I know to be true.
Do you know,
where you will go.
YOU CAN
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