LORD,
I'm just a sinner, please spare my soul
Please help me to go to the place where the streets are gold
And tears no longer flow
Please fill me with all the pleasures your love and grace brings
and rid me of my love for all the worldly things
The Gucci, the Prada, and the Grey Goose Vodka
Take the pearls, my girls
and anything else that makes my head swirl
Talke it all and leave me with only you
Lord I'm asking you to make me brand new
Jesus, I'm sin-sick,
but I know you can heal me
when its you I pick
and dear LORD, its you
I pick.
Vice Chairperson
16 years ago
1 comment:
Beautiful prose, I felt your sentiment within every verse.
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