I have crawled my way from the pits of Hell,
felt the torture and heard the devil yell,
I have paid the dues of another mans sin,
yet, that is not where this ol life did begin,
I have fought my battles to defeat a sinners game,
Held my head high, refusing, to walk with shame,
When I was weakest and near defeat,
I begged for wisdom to distinguish Satan's heat.
I have been battered, bruised, and cut to the bone,
The Lord carried me, reminding me, that I was not alone
I have washed my eyes with many tears,
Scratching my way to the top, through many a years,
The pain I have endured made me the woman I am today,
My heart still remains loyal; and, to the Lord, I continue to pray!
Never give up on God; for, he never gives up on you!
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