Go ahead;
Break me down.
Become the reason that I never come around.
Go ahead;
Cut my throat
Leave & take what matters the most.
///
I was told once;
“Be right with God & all things will pass”
& although I’ve never taken this stance
It appears to be all that I have.
So Broken, sick &, poor,
My god I turn to you.
Walk with me in my valley of death
& be the rays that guide me thru.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
Go ahead;
Break me down.
Become the reason that I never come around.
Go ahead;
Cut my throat
Leave & take what matters the most.
///
I was told once;
“Be right with God & all things will pass”
& although I’ve never taken this stance
It appears to be all that I have.
So Broken, sick &, poor,
My god I turn to you.
Walk with me in my valley of death
& be the rays that guide me thru.
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