IT WORKED OUT FOR MY GOOD

All of the childhood lies
You've even sent in your spies
You've tried to ruin my life
It worked out for my good
From birth you told me that you love me
Growing up you told me that you cared
You didn't say I had a tumor in me
I didn't know you wanted me to be dead
Too young to realize what going on
I didn't even realize that Jesus was in the middle of all that was demonically wrong
Wondering why did they reject and make fun of me
I thought they realized how much I loved thee
Wondering the angry,the jealousy, and the rumors they spread about Jesus at Calvary
The same meaness and agony I couldn't see
I've spent everyday of my life crying inside
To the point I wanted to give up one day
By deciding to committee suicide
That would erase everything that wasn't right
There was nobody that supported me to win any fight
In 2013 I found out why
It was witchcraft that was performed
And my little eyes didn't understand why
On a hospital bed waiting for the biopsy to be done
Jesus stop by and heard my heart's
It all work out for my good
God kept me so that I could be able to write on here tonight smiling

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