What am I doing?
I often wonder.
Scattered fool how can you prosper?
Getting slower, in all I do,
Going backwards,
Looks like I am screwed.
The life I lead is weird to some,
As from the pit I have come,
Lifted from the miry clay,
I know I can prosper, he shows me the way.
I'll trust in him he'll see me through,
He promises I'll prosper.
That will do.
All his promises are yes and amen,
In him I have the greatest friend.
So no matter what the world may say,
I'll keep praising him,
He makes my day.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Yep.
A prosperous write 2.
seems like everyone's a winner babe
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