Friday's Savior
Leaning on the wall
thought I was alone
scared and hopeless
wanting to go home.
a message from you
brought me faith
the wores that you wrote
made this smile on my face
you ended to the wounds
that others had caused
you performed mircales
asking for no applause
too humble of a person
for a sinner like me
forever in debt
and grateful I'll be.
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