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 To God by Bubbles I come to you hungry and tired, You give me food and let me sleep. I come to you weak, You give me strength and that's deep. You say I'm a sheep,and lead me to green pastures, Only asking that I keep focus between the chapters. You give your word, and only ask that I interpret, And give me the eyes that I may recognize the serpent. You know I'm not perfect, but you like me to try, Unlike the Devil, who just wants me to lie. Lord, why is it that I go through so much pain? All I saw was black, all I felt was rain. I come to you because its you who knows, Show me that everything was black because my eyes were closed. You gave me the light and let me bask in your glory, So, it was only right that I listen to your story. Plenty of times you sent help my way, but I hid. And I remember once when you held me close, but I slid. There was something that you wanted me to see, So I could be what you wanted me to be. And I think I've seen it, for I don't feel the same, Matter of fact, I know I've seen it, I can feel the change. It's strange cause its got me beating down your door, And I've never known a feeling like this before. It's a wonderful thing to get away from the pain, And under your ceiling, I get away from the rain. And the strain that I feel when I'm here, is gone, Now I know that it's over, so I can move on.
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