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All my life ive been by myself

To much pride to ask for help

Life hits me too hard 

Im starting to think I took to far

Are you saying you want me to do more

After all this thats what you ask for 

God, I know you're number one

But tell me how am I supposed to compete with your only begotten son

He came down while the grass had frost 

He grew all that time just to die on the cross

He gave his life for our sins 

So that we may live 

I praise your name everyday

What esle am i supposed to give

Advice from Frost and take the road not taken

This is my life for the makin

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