In this world I walk alone
With know place to call my home
Lost and confused
Scared and confined
But I hear the whisper of his gentle voice
As he take a hold of my hand
And lead’s me though this sinful world
With his trust to lean upon
And as my life comes to the end
I pray that the path of life will not end at the grave
With know place to call my home
Lost and confused
Scared and confined
But I hear the whisper of his gentle voice
As he take a hold of my hand
And lead’s me though this sinful world
With his trust to lean upon
And as my life comes to the end
I pray that the path of life will not end at the grave
But continue with Christ by my side as a brother and as a friend
2 comments:
This is sad, you shouldn't write poems when you're depressed.
i wrote this back in high school
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