Dear Lord Poem by Majid Mohammed
Dear Lord
my eyes are still closed,
my lifestyle am still choosing,
my head is still hurting,
my heart and my pocket is still broke,
sometimes i feel like am nothing at all,
dear lord beneath your feet i crawl,
am rising my hands towards you,
please give me a clue,
give me your blessing and just one gift,
in a cold world i drift,
guide my soul from a path of wrong,
and make me a king not a kong.
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