A Girl For Jesus
A girl for Jesus. A story untold.
Except for the rumor; he's kept and controlled.
An opposite lover; one evil I'm told.
Who keeps him in line with hands that are cold.
You're prayers keep him busy.
In answering each one.
Though it's really his honey.
He longs to be from.
So ask him forgiveness.
For everything done.
And wait for his answer.
That Several may come.
His time is not money.
Or luck as we know.
But a curse; to a cry; o'ver someone; to crow.
And if you feel sorry. Pitty him some.
Remember he loves her; no matter where from.
Behold a great halo.
Some say overdone.
For if you look closely.
Surrounding someone.
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