Treasure Island

Micheal King

(May-29-1993 / Abuja, Nigeria)

Let Us Pray


Lord jesus it you who wake's me up everyday,
and am so ever greatful for your grace this is why i pray.
you let me touch so many people in words for the good
i couldn't take credit for the love u gave becouse it all came from you lord.
i don't deserve what you gave me, but you never took it away from me.
i work hard everyday at least you still crown my effort but i don't worship money,
becouse i took time am pray hoping that you will be my God.
if what you want from me is to bring your children to you,
my only regret is having only one life to do it instead of two.

Submitted: Friday, October 19, 2012
Edited: Saturday, October 20, 2012

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