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by Rick H
Rated: NPL · Poetry · Other · #1829555
A serious talk between a Father and son.
Don’t Fuck With Me God!

You said many are the ways of a man
It’ll lead him to where he can’t stand
Now I try to live within your grace
Yet I find myself, in this place.

Don’t Fuck with me God, I love you true.
But where you lead, leaves me in two.
Am I your son or have I been bought
After the efforts all nights sought.

I need to know, please answer this prayer
There’s hearts out here! Still unaware
Could be hers, and then, it could be mine
It’s your true guidance so hard to find

You gave me your gifts, this much is true
I’m so helpless, I know nothing to do.
So please dry these tears in my eyes
It’s really not some a clever disguise

My heart is breaking, My eyes fill with rain
I can’t hardly stand n' endure this pain
I do not know who I am or what's the plan
Am I your son, or just some man.

Help me Dear Father. Help me along
I promise one day to sing you a song.
Help me dear Jesus! Help me to see!
The real man you wanted to be!.

Am I like David? Is this what he did?
Crying in anguish of all that was hid!
Help my God. Help my Lord!
Help me put away my sword.

I need you right now, no friend can save me.
Fill me again, the love you once gave me
Show me my way and how it is done
Show me your way, this just ain’t no fun

Trust in You. I hope it’s true!
My eyes are red, my heart is blue.
Help me with this gift you gave
Help me “get it’ before the grave.


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