My Life
When we walk this life, life is very hard for us
Unwilling to be crusified, sin of death burdens us
where I God I ask myself every dying day
unwilling to be saved by love i shut myself away
more the like the pharisees i eat away at Christ
chopping down away the good i know is true in life
pokedotted bedsheets i lay my head on top
wondering bout the truth in life maybe truth is God
Xbox, ps3 life is just a game to me
waiting till the time of death, starting over again you see
life is just a reptition its my daily chore
but i found Jesus Christ on 0 8 2 1 10 the door
open up to me i could finally clearly see
thanks special someone Jesus Christ has risen me
Living with the trinity want to be in divinity
giving thanks to the king who crusified his life and then he died for me
my story's just starting, what about yours?
Don't ever doubt yourself or you'll be lost and more
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