I am tired of rejection
I am tired of false affection,
When I look I see a false reflection
I always feel sadness and an objection.
I feel the pain and the stress
I see and feel an unfaithfulness,
Lord I must now confess
My soul, I need you to caress.
I feel like I am a total disgrace
I wish this sorrow I could just erase,
And I feel like I'm last in the race
Lord, I truly need your embrace.
I feel the Devil's constant tug
I feel my family and friends shrug,
And I feel walked on like a rug
God, I need your hug.
Randy L. McClave
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