My Prayer.

by Seth Rowley   Sep 1, 2004


Jesus i'm confessing my sins.
I feel like this is the end.
I don't want to miss out on your glory and grace.
I want to leave this cruel and mean place.
I don't like this war, that we are in.
I'm counting the days, till we are normal again.
We have no job for the people to work.
When we get a job the boss acts like a jerk.
Please help me because i feel like i'm going insane.
Maybe to you, i need to complain.
All i see is days of sorrow and destroy.
We treat other people as if they were a toy.
Forgive me for all my sins.
Help me tie up all my loose ends.
Let me find some good friends.
I thank you for making me, where i know right from wrong.
I just wish that everyone could get along.
So i pray as i lie down to sleep.
You strenghthen my heart to where i don't weep.
I love you god and i\'m not affraid to say that.
I just wish the rest of my country could realize that.

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