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Aug 2013
The storm kept coming and
the rain kept hitting my face.
But the Lord kept telling me
He's in charge of this race.

There were days when I
couldn't find a friend.
Jesus said He was there to
stand by me until the end.

There were times when I
cried into the night hours.
God woke me up the next
day with His Holy power.

Even in my weakest times
and I felt I couldn't go on.
Jesus picked me up and He
taught me right from wrong.

I had to ask the Lord why did
He choose a man like me.
He said even sinners like me
deserves to be set free.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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