Please Spare Me Lord
In this life of hardships and trials,
I need your hand to walk these last few miles.
Many heartbreaks and misfortune I've endured in my time,
A few I thought being my breaking line.
Lord please spare me this time,
For you know this burden is big,
It grows each day with new rising fears.
Tho sprits are low and the eagerness is gone,
Friends will flock together in search for a place in which to belong.
With each having goods to sell,
And the price being a song,
They will thrash over the hardtimes of which this world has become.
With no one knowing the right thing to do,
Each longs for an answer, maybe from the sky of blue.
A few will turn to You for guidance,
And even whisper a prayer or two.
For we all know our world has became wicked,
And this was not the right thing to do.
Lord spare me this time,
For you know this burden is big,
It grows each day with new rising fears.
When all capitol has vanished,
And man has forgotten their smiles,
We may all join hands,
And travel with you our last few miles.
For you see Lord I know You, and You alone,
Can spare me and let this burden not look so big,
You are the power I need to face this world and it's fears.
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