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| I come to you on bended knee, with my sorrows at my side. In plain sight of my enemies, with your grace as my only ally. I come to you asking for light, but I never seem to get through to you. You are a being of such might, what chance do I have to be in your presents. Daily I face overwhelming trials, I feel I've traveled far off your path. A distance not measurable in miles, how could you love something like me? As life seems to lose all it's meaning, you remind me of your loving nature. How you sent your son, 'cause the world needed cleaning, a life so pure, darkness could take no hold. Now my life is filled with joy, a feeling not expressible with words. This thing i call existing, is just a toy, my real life is with my savior, my lord, my king. Matt Jones |
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