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I reach out . . . sadlessly I preach out . . . incessantly when time comes asking who ? . . . what are you ? it will catch you grasping I took the answer book Maybe eleven years of age Put it in my desk Forgot it in all it's page Then the squirrel I shot with my B-B gun through it's ears It fell dead and in my regret flooded into a sea of tears Life and death swirls around me My eyes leaving me with no surprise Tomorrow is heaped upon me All yesterdays materialized The answer book was found I pleaded guilty without a sound Tried , convicted , sentenced To no crime was I winched I buried the squirrel Said a prayer asking forgiveness For all my wicked sins That life is so sacred That without some kind of repentance I would never be allowed to win . Jesus came to me saying , " It's all right , I forgive you of your sins." Even under forgiveness I felt little of a relief God said to me ," My son has spoken , it is one of belief ." I see the squirrel Sitting in that tree One moment alive , breathing , free My choice to make My grace to be I pulled the trigger forever changing me I reach out . . . endlessly I preach out . . . repentively When time comes asking who ? Then I know what I am
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Asking Forgiveness
I reach out . . . sadlessly I preach out . . . incessantly when time comes asking who ? . . . what are you ? it will catch you grasping I took the answer book Maybe eleven years of age Put it in my desk Forgot it in all it's page Then the squirrel I shot with my B-B gun through it's ears It fell dead and in my regret flooded into a sea of tears Life and death swirls around me My eyes leaving me with no surprise Tomorrow is heaped upon me All yesterdays materialized The answer book was found I pleaded guilty without a sound Tried , convicted , sentenced To no crime was I winched I buried the squirrel Said a prayer asking forgiveness For all my wicked sins That life is so sacred That without some kind of repentance I would never be allowed to win . Jesus came to me saying , " It's all right , I forgive you of your sins." Even under forgiveness I felt little of a relief God said to me ," My son has spoken , it is one of belief ." I see the squirrel Sitting in that tree One moment alive , breathing , free My choice to make My grace to be I pulled the trigger forever changing me I reach out . . . endlessly I preach out . . . repentively When time comes asking who ? Then I know what I am
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75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
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