The Reason I'm Alive
What’s the point of life?
Why continue through the strife?
I’ll tell you, I almost died:
Fear nearly ate me up inside;
My life was full of hurt,
And I couldn’t find my worth,
‘Til my Father up above
Showered me with holy love;
Told me He had a plan,
So now I’m His biggest fan.
Before every sunrise I wake up and pray,
For He gives me strength to get through the day.
Without Him I would not be okay,
But I’d still be trapped under Lucifer’s sway.
God gives me reason to trust and obey
And for Him I can’t wait to wake up each day.
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