A man in trouble,
Deep pain on his brow.
God help me;
Help me now.
His cry; His plea,
Reached ears,
We could not see.
The words came before
the Most High,
The Lord retch down,
from on high.
I showed him;
where he went wrong.
Did he stop?
Not till now.
He is going to die;
Then he will be healed.
He could have had a healing,
He just never listened.
Sin will take you;
Into pain.
There is no outs;
Nothing to gain.
Turn to the Lord,
the only way out,
He will rid you of sin,
of that, there is no doubt
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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