Dear Lord, how will I survive
All the hurt I feel inside?
Loved ones born and loved ones die
Like the tears I shed when I cry.
My family they will never know
I can forgive but I can't let go.
My mom wanted ME in her final hour
I walked away like a foolish coward.
And now I live with this awful regret
It is something that I can never forget.
Dear Lord, how will I survive
All the hurt I feel inside.
Shirley Palmer
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Well if you are a true believer then you will know she got the lord instead. If that's not good enough... draw your own conclusions.
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