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Created on: May 26, 2008
Lord, here I am once again,
Asking for forgiveness of my sins,
A legacy of love you have given to me,
So that I can dwell in eternity.
A brood of children with five still alive,
Praying that You will help them to survive,
I tried to raise them to know You,
But my life was not one they could view.
You see my life was full of sin and woe,
And I really didn't know how to show,
The love that was stored up inside of me,
So that they could learn to be free.
I asked them every now and again,
What they thought of my life of sin?
They didn't mumble or complain,
But I knew they were in a lot of pain.
I continued to do what I knew would destroy,
And allowed Satan to use me as his play toy.
Forgiveness of sin I did get,
It's the consequences of the sin, I regret.
My body had been racked with pain and misery,
Fainting, passing out and getting dysentery,
My kidneys shut down because of that deadly juice,
I injected in my vein every time I got loose.
A thing in my heart to shock it into rhythm,
Is the price I paid, when I thought I was living?
Set myself on fire to get out of jail,
Because I knew I couldn't make bail.
Rushed to the hospital to heal my wound,
X-ray revealed a child in my womb.
Right then I realized this life of sin had to go,
So my last child can live and continue to grow.
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