Poetry

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There are three types of men: ignorant, foolish, and wise
Which type am I? God can see right through my disguise
Me – I’ve never lived a life of self denial
So why don’t I give God’s way of living life a fair trial?
The ignorant man, well he just doesn’t seem to know
That God is trying hard to direct his way to go
The foolish man, for years and years, that, my friend, was me
Trying anything and everything to make me feel happy
When I knew the truth. It was shown to me from above
And I was showing God above anything but love
So from my foolish ways I am trying to become wise
And this, to the devil, will be a really big surprise
For he once had me stuck in the muck and in the mire
I’ve come so very close to feeling the flames of his fire
But God has saved me, He heard my earnest plea
And this, to Him, my humble prayer will be:
“Lord, if you will, please show me how to live right
So I can truly follow you both in daytime and in night”
That God can see right through me, there can’t be any doubt
And I want living as a wise man to be what I’m about

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