God Deeds
GOD DEEDS
Setbacks like a trap
I am shackled for another lap
As I cried under the shadow
A river of tears on my face flow
I become weak and then slow
Nobody showed up in my folk
Then they laughed at me when I become a dork
And then God sent an angle
Healed me with the voice of appeal
From the mountains from the uphill
Sound of echo a pact of friends
For the lost sheep, like the God deeds
Friday, April 9, 2021
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