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My Pep Prayer
Lord I am falling
There is nothing
I can do
Lord, I am calling
I'm calling out to you

If only I could give
Give it all up
This isn't how I wanna live
Lord, shut satan up

I feel that I am clay
Clay that has fallen flat
I feel blessed one day
The next I'm back to flat

I remember that night
The night when I was happy
Now I have lost my sight
And I have grown sappy

Lord please help me
Help me not to step
Step on the one who is me
And give me that little bit of pep

David C. Bailey
July 6, 2002
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