Myra Smith Poems

Never settle for the opinion of a man.
Do what you do, the best you can.
Exceed above all, excel at your own paste.
Time is of the essence, there's none to waste.
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They talk about me whether I'm perfect or not.
Whether I have a little or have alot.
They ridicule me and try to put me down.
To take away my priveleges to keep me bound.
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Satan enough is enough I'm tired of you messing with my stuff.
Loose your hold your tactics are old.
I'm sold out for Jesus and going to hold out as He pleases.
For I'm not ashamed of Jesus name, so form your weapon and get ready to aim.
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I don't wanna do something I'll regret
So please don't count me out yet
Let me atlease tell my side
So that you'll no I tried
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Pain that will drain and drive you insane.
No word big enough is able to explain.
Your thoughts can drive you to commit suicide.
You wrestle with all the trouble that's going on inside.
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I could have tried harder, but got frustrated.
Should have known better, but I hesitated.
All this confusion Lord I truly hate it.
Can't seem to do anything right I feel so degraded.
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Thoughts come to my head sometimes as I lye in bed.

I have to hurry and put them on paper before I forget what they said.
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Why do we need pain to strengthen our character?
What is it, that we are really after?
Why so much anomosity? Why so much rage.
Death will ultimately kill you, because sin has a wage.
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Get up from the place, which you lay.
Get on your knees and begin to pray.
Yield to God’s will, and his commandments obey.
He will guide you through this day.
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Reach for me; grab hold of my hand.
I’ve been where you are, I understand.
I’ve felt that pain; I know your sorrow.
Feelings of hopeless no hope for tomorrow.
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