Do it for me,
God,
do it for me.
The lost lamb,
the prodigal son,
the sleeping servant.
Do it for the wrong,
in my life,
that I’ve caused,
that I created,
that I regret.
Do it for the right,
the smiles,
the laughs,
the advice.
Help him,
be what he needs.
Help her,
understand what he is.
Take away all the good in mine,
so they can have something I will...
Never.
Give them peace.
Give them love.
Give them each other.
If you can do that.
Maybe then...
I will have served a purpose.
I will have been a bringer of life.
I will have understood.
Maybe then...
I will be free.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
Do it for me,
God,
do it for me.
The lost lamb,
the prodigal son,
the sleeping servant.
Do it for the wrong,
in my life,
that I’ve caused,
that I created,
that I regret.
Do it for the right,
the smiles,
the laughs,
the advice.
Help him,
be what he needs.
Help her,
understand what he is.
Take away all the good in mine,
so they can have something I will...
Never.
Give them peace.
Give them love.
Give them each other.
If you can do that.
Maybe then...
I will have served a purpose.
I will have been a bringer of life.
I will have understood.
Maybe then...
I will be free.
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