My God is such a great God,
He loves me very much;
How do I know He cares for me,
I feel it in His touch!
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My God can perform miracles,
He does it everyday;
He wants the best for you and I,
in every single way.
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My God gives to me Blessings,
according to His Will;
His love is never ending,
His Grace is truly real.
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My God is most remarkable,
and in Him I do trust;
I could not live without Him,
His prescence is a must!

When I think of what, a Mother is;
You are at
the top,
of the most special list.
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Your touch is as soft,
as a fluffy, white cloud;
I'm always Blessed,
when you are around.
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You always have time,
to spend with me;
You certainly are,
a Blessing indeed.
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So on this Merry Christmas Mom,
I wish I could give you,
more than this song;
I'd give you the World, I'd give you the Stars,
and I'd help you to see,
how special you are.

All throughout my darkest night,
shadows seem to come to life;
Closets house such ghastly things,
I see them in my every dream.
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Demons gloat with every tear,
as they feed upon my hidden fears;
I shut my eyes with all my might,
as I have done throughout my nights.
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The things of which I've seen and heard,
can't be described with just one word;
I can not take this very much more,
as howls cry out behind the door.

"Give me your life,"
the Lord told me;
"And I will set,
your Spirit free.
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I will fill your heart,  with wonderous peace;
I'll provide
for you, all of your needs.
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I'll lift you up, should you e'er fall;
You'll always hear me,
when I call.
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Always remember,
that I love you;
No matter what,
you say or do.
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Now trust in me,
and do not fear;
For I am always,
very near."

The cool, Ocean breeze,
is quite invigerating,
and calms my Spirit.

Nestled in her Mother's womb,
she's beginning to run out of room;
She ***** her thumb without a clue,
of what is coming very soon.
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To a clinic tomorrow, her Mommy will go, where she will be, ****** through a hose;
This child did not have a choice,
this child did not have a voice.
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The day arrives when she will die,
the Doctor has at last arrived;
It's not too late to change her mind,
and on the wall, the clock chimes nine.
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A hose is inserted,
inside the womb,
it will all be over very soon;
The child winches away in pain,
her suffering is her Mother's gain.
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Each piece of this child,
is ****** right out,
no one can hear her cries and shouts;
  The tears in her blue eyes can't be seen,
thanks to the horror,
of that ******* machine.

A deadly Spider,
is the Wandering Spider;
death is imminent.