I had a dream last night,
that Jesus came to me;
His Glory shone so brightly,
it was hard for me to see.
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"Could Jesus really be here,"
I wondered in my dream;"
And then I heard His voice,
calling out to me.
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"I need you to reach others,
those who are unsaved;
Tell them that I love them,
and do not be afraid.
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Tell them how I lived,
and tell them how I died;
Tell them it was worth it,
to save one single life.
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Tell them I bring Hope,
to all men, everywhere;
Tell them I can save them,
from the Grave they can be spared."
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Then I suddenly awakened,
my heart was full of Peace;
"I'll tell them all, dear Jesus,
and I'll preach it from the street."

Pigs wallow in mud.
It is like Suntan lotion,
for their tender skin.

Ants work together,
to gather food for their homes.
They could teach us much!

Why do the dark nights seem darker,
when you are all alone? I do not have the answer. 
It's as if loneliness tangles its' frayed fingers around your hair,
and encompasses you like a sand storm.  
It seems as though there's not much hope of escaping this endless nightmare.

I once had no direction,
I felt so very lost;
My sorrow came with a price,
my misery, with a cost.
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I longed to find a purpose,
in this crazy world I lived;
A place where I belonged,
somewhere that I fit in.
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Then one day I met the Lord,
Forgiver of men's sins;
The One who truly loves me,
the One who helps me live.
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I asked Him to forgive me,
I asked Him in my life;
He then became my Savior,
and I became His Bride.
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Jesus is my Lord of Lords,
I gave everything to Him;
He laid His life down for me,
and washed away my sins.

No one ever told me,
that life would be this hard;
That men could be so cruel,
it simply breaks my heart.
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Some with power and money,
rarely think about the poor;
They're the worse of all,
always wanting so much more.
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The epitomy of selfishness,
only thinking of themselves;
Slamming doors upon the needy,
refusing to lend their help.
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With a smirk upon their faces,
they snub all those in need;
Refusing to help all those,
who are starving in the streets.
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They sit at their fancy tables,
with food in abundance to share;
Not concerned about the hungry,
these Vultures do not care.
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Do they ever feel remorse,
having more then what they need;
They hoard all their possessions,
consumed by heartless greed.
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When night time falls upon them,
they climb in their, soft beds;
Their souls are full of darkness,
their hearts', already dead.

Wolves hunt in a pack.
They look out for each other,
like a family.