If you knew how much I struggle
each day just to get by.
Then you could understand
and know some of the reasons why.
Sometimes, the words you speak
really hurt and make me cry.
I try to forgive and forget
and too God I must draw nigh.
But,Satan likes to bombard my mind
and fill it full of lies.
So, Lord, please, lift me up to see
your Blessed Home on high.
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