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POT OF GOLD
Exigent circumstance
Split seconds decision
The free-fall hitting every hell's hole
-way down
But in faith I keep' standing at each fall
-stronger
With a cheerful spirit
Rolling the dice handed to me by time
With my gut full of fears
But still facing life on its own terms
Not to give up one bit
But hope to see that pot of gold
- at the end of the rainbow
So I will turn that tears to cheers.
Oh Lord! You promised to make Your strength perfect in my weakness
-in the Book of 2 Corinthians 12:9
So now I beg Thee for that Amazing Grace.
Split seconds decision
The free-fall hitting every hell's hole
-way down
But in faith I keep' standing at each fall
-stronger
With a cheerful spirit
Rolling the dice handed to me by time
With my gut full of fears
But still facing life on its own terms
Not to give up one bit
But hope to see that pot of gold
- at the end of the rainbow
So I will turn that tears to cheers.
Oh Lord! You promised to make Your strength perfect in my weakness
-in the Book of 2 Corinthians 12:9
So now I beg Thee for that Amazing Grace.
Published 1st Mar 2018
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