Saturday, February 18, 2012

Poetry from a Dirtbag

With every day there's something new,
I do my best to return to you.
But I fall short, I feel the pain,
The clouds roll in, it starts to rain.

Why does living seem so hard,
I wish I was dealt a different card.
Life is much more than just a game,
Although, I wish it was more humane.

Sometimes I forget there was another,
He lives for me, he's my older Brother.
Sent from God to give me strength each day,
He came and died to take my sins away.

Just as he came for me, he came for you,
All he wants is to help us through.
It's up to us to let him in,
He's waiting, let us begin. 

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