Clear
Some of us care
Just too damaged
To ever be helped
Does that mean
We will wind up in hell
Does that mean
We will never get well
We die all over inside
We wind up being
Nothing but a shell
We go through our
Daily routine of
Trying to just live
Knowing there are people
Who will never forgive
Our survival has turned
To complete horrifying fear
Our hope is extremely clear
Turn to Jesus and the
Holy sprit will become
Amazingly Clear
Author: Rodney Timms
March 28, 2011
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