Two Lefts Made a Right
I was crying because I failed
I was crying because I won
At that point of deepression, I had no use for fun
8 little pills: red, yellow, and blue
Jesus saved me, right on cue
I was crying because I was still alive
But maybe God had a purpose and wanted me to survive
I was laying in that hospital bed
With so many thoughts running through my head
I thought I had no use for life
If only I had searched with a little more strife
I was crying because I had won
Only because God, the Spirit, and Son
I did not submit to death
My heart kept pumping, breath after breath
Sitting in a pew,
It's hard to see what God wants you to do
When I got home and thought things through
It's really true.
God, my Lord and Saviour can make all things new
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