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My
life is like a poem that never ends,
It
goes on and on like a bunny in a funny
Commercial,
what will be the end,
Two
paths walked only one holds the truth.
Its
so much easier to go down hill that to face
The
mountain of pain, which I know I must face.
The
mountain I try to climb under will crush me.
Work,
sleep, party
God,
peace, quiet
I
shut down to calm the pain of Gods hand trying to heal
Trying
to give life, because I wanted to see it, in just one person.
Not
in just word, but in deed.
Dizzy,
dizzy, spin around and around,
And
around, dizzy, dizzy, broke and alone,
Been
so hurt its hard to love, been so crushed its hard to
Live.
But I do. Just to be,
I
wonder, where, what, how to be real.
Dizzy,
dizzy, buzzed, confused, alone.
Where
are all those friends who said they would stick like glue.
Why
is there more fellowship in a bar then in a church.
This
should not be.
Where
are those walking the streets, calling the lost sheep home?
Jesus
is calling to go Find the lost sheep and get them before its too late.
They
are lost confused, dizzy with the things of this life,
Wanting
to come home, but just not knowing the way.