Today I found out I'm losing my job,
the news took my breath away;
What am I going to do for employment?
my bills how am I going to pay?
I have one week to make a plan,
and find something new to do;
Two weeks before Christmas,
these words have left me blue.
Lord I neel down before you,
in honest heartfelt prayer;
Please guide me where you want me to go,
please help with this new burden I bare.
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