The things I get for believing in God,
Suffocating my love 'till all is gone.
Drowning in my black tears,
Waiting to be saved.
Pulled into the shadows,
Ever since enslaved.
Ripping my veins apart,
Leaving scars.
Pouring My blood into his countless jars.
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A Contemporaries Response The things you get for loving God Being changed, He sends His blessed rod, You toil and cry for reasons why, Happy to live, to love and testify The things you get for loving God, Not suffocating your love till it is gone, You give Him praise day by day, And move to pastures in a better way- by Lewis Dowell, III