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There's a hole in my pocket where change used to be for one cup of coffee, the second one's free do I go where I'm led though I haven't a key and eat what I'm fed without question of fee? Across sits a friend who cares for my soul he fears for my safety, my wholeness his goal so without any greed or selfish intent he pays for my dinner and cancels the rent. He knew what I needed, like father knows best food, clothing, shelter, a clean place to rest I call him my savior, my king and the boss He won't take the glory but points to the cross. I soon find a job, and a home for my stuff it's all that I have but it's more than enough The courage to change what I could was the key the burden's been lifted, I'm finally free. Without faith in God I could easily fall back 'cause there's always that vice like a Big Mac attack tested and tempted I use what I've learned stick with The Truth and you're less often burned. So where are you now, and where have you been did you latch onto God, and spit out the sin? just take a deep breath, you're here 'til your death trust in the Lord and then start again fresh. There's change in my pocket where a hole used be for one cup of coffee, the second one's free
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
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There's a hole in my pocket where change used to be for one cup of coffee, the second one's free do I go where I'm led though I haven't a key and eat what I'm fed without question of fee? Across sits a friend who cares for my soul he fears for my safety, my wholeness his goal so without any greed or selfish intent he pays for my dinner and cancels the rent. He knew what I needed, like father knows best food, clothing, shelter, a clean place to rest I call him my savior, my king and the boss He won't take the glory but points to the cross. I soon find a job, and a home for my stuff it's all that I have but it's more than enough The courage to change what I could was the key the burden's been lifted, I'm finally free. Without faith in God I could easily fall back 'cause there's always that vice like a Big Mac attack tested and tempted I use what I've learned stick with The Truth and you're less often burned. So where are you now, and where have you been did you latch onto God, and spit out the sin? just take a deep breath, you're here 'til your death trust in the Lord and then start again fresh. There's change in my pocket where a hole used be for one cup of coffee, the second one's free
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
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