ESPN CHICK

God

Its a long road ahead with a dead end
No where to go and I can't turn back
I've came to far and I'm stuck
I'm stuck out in the middle of nowhere

Trying to figure out what to do
With my hands in the air
I can't do this anymore
I need you're help

So God if your there listening
Please help me get out of here
Cause I can't do this alone
If your real then I beg on my knees God help me

Guide me out of here out of this dead end
I am confused and alone
God I need you I don't know what else to do
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide

God I can't help but needing you now
I'm sorry for all the sins I've committed
Right here tonight I turn my life over to you
Cause I can't do it alone I need you

You give and take away
But God you give more than what I bargain for
I know now what I should have known then
God I can't do it without you I can't make it on my own

I've fallen one to many times
I've hit the ground so hard it left bad bruises
I'm tired of falling and tired of this life I lived
Tonight God I am all yours cause I need you more than ever

December 15,2007

I'm not the greatest writer of writing spiritual poems so hope this one isn't too bad...

Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 15, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 30, 2011

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  • Ted Sheridan (12/16/2007 7:28:00 AM)

    God is real. He works in his time and calls using his dime.

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  • Bethy-poo poo (12/15/2007 10:24:00 PM)

    I love this. its really kool.
    its
    AMAZING!
    : -)

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  • Patrick McFarland (12/15/2007 10:00:00 PM)

    We all feel this way sometimes. Take heart. As Nietzsche said 'adversity that does not kill us, makes us stronger'.

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