That Sunday

During the first round
I prayed for you everyday
Tried everything in my power
To turn you straight
I wish it had been easy
I cried everynight
Until one day the lord came
And told me
He said
Child dont you worry
I knowyour trying to bring him in
But leave him be
Someday he'll learn
Your just not the one to teach
He has to go through things
Before he can come through

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