Rich
Words to live by.
Jan 12, 2008
I pray everyday
that I don't get that call to the Throne.
Where they'll ask
"Empty your pockets and let's see what you've got to show."
As I pour out excuses my knees will give under me.
Oh, they'll say "We gave you life but we don't deal in sympathy."
How I long to be sin free and happy.
And without such a case of crippling pride.
If only I had ignorance.
Then I might have bliss.
Now, I've just got no excuse.
And they'll nail me for this.
I can't lay the blame with my friends for the things that I've done.
I can't point my finger at you for the way I've become.
I'm biding my time praying there'll be time left when I come around.
There's just no telling when I'll come around.
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