They are sinful
And some are depressed
From within
But they know that
Someone loves them
From above
They prey to him
In the morning, noon,
And night
As if they were not going
To be alive another day
To do so
Hope makes them feel better
About their lives
But it may not be better
When they die, it's sad
Their spirits drift away
From the world to be with
Their God.
Tasha Hutchens
God loves You! ! ! !
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