Visit With Me
Visit With Me My House is neat and well organized,
in my eye, I mess up and pick up, I get dirty and wash up So I can be clean again, I look fresh on the surface, but spotted deep within, My House is well prepare when I'm expecting guess keeping my eyes on myself trying not to disappoint,I'm at my best Can I get You this, is there anything else You need But I leave My House a mess as soon as You leave And let the mess build & build were the Stress is beyond control Then I dust My Place and say to myself I have a such good Soul Knowing that My House is empty again I struggle within with "SIN" I could have... convince You to stay But I complain how bad My Life is when You go away I would love to boast!... about being a great temple host To the HOLLY of HOST Be that passage way A regular Place for You to come and stay So I can talk with You and You with me Your REJOICING! PLACE where You stay to do good deeds THAT WOULD BE A TRUE PLEASURE INDEED LORD! please visit with me... by OGcjM
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