God Mercy
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No Pain Is Wasted
My spirit was beckoned.
A savior called to me
his sweet voice said, "listen"
and I held my breath, hanging on his coming words.
He came to me.
He said I could be reconciled
My hand is here
all you have to do is take it
you will have everything you need by just believing in me
I tried to end what life he gave,
I treid to end what I thought was sin.
Daily I thought "How can I win"
Within this horrible life of sin?
What should I do with something so heavy?