Jesus pulled the covers off me.
I tossed and turned in the sheets;
He won't let me sleep,
Until he hears my weaps.
I told him about the day,
From the rise until the set,
I told him how I thank,
And how I still regret.
I bless those who cry,
The ones who don't have covers,
Or a bed,
Or a home...
I told him to wash the sins away,
Like a river,
Only stronger...
His prayers will do me will....
I say to Him, 'Amen.'
He hopes to hear from me soon,
I say to Him, 'Amen.'
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