My past is
checkered,
My friend
are few.
God, I
seek answers,
Of what I
should do.
Can I find
mercy?
When I've
shown none.
Is there
hope for me,
For the
things I have done?
Is there
peace for me?
No matter
my wealth.
Is there
really healing for my body,
When in
poor health?
Does God
love a man,
Such as I?
If I were
God,
I wouldn't
even try.
Is God so
full
of
compassion and care?
That He'd
love a man,
People
can't bear.
Forgive me
God,
I don't
know how to pray.
But these
are the questions,
I have
this day.
God, your
book says,
If I ask
from my heart.
You'll
wipe away the slate,
And I'll
have clean start.
Well God,
This is
all I know to say.
But from
now on,
I'll
follow your way.
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