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"The Purpose"


I could not believe

The phone calls came in

The fear starts to set in

Are we going to live

Through this mess?

I swear we all did all we 

Were supposed to do

washed our hands

Fifty times a day

Or more

Wore masks everyday

To protect us from each other

We were the lucky ones

Me my daughter and my son

We got through this madness

And came out alive

Oh glad this is ever

Oh what a nightmare

The pain and the fever

Coughing

It was a terrible mess

But we made it through

God bless

In the end of it

I can truly see that light

At the end of this dark tunnel

I have to admit 

When we were all sick

I was so scared and afraid of 

Losing my kids

Of not being here today too

 But god has a plan for us 

I'm not sure what it is about

There's a purpose for all of us

In All of this madness and chaos

I couldn't see it before

Cuz my eyes and mind

Had closed that door

To the plan and purpose 

The good lord has for us all!

We all have  a purpose

We All have  a plan

We may not know it

Or understand it

Or know when 

But God has reasons

For what happens in our lives

We just need to trust

Have Faith and try and understand

He has a purpose

Such a special plan.

 

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