After all that we have done but God still love us, so be encourage, be strong, and lift your head up to the sky.
I praise you Lord for investing in my life.
After all that I have done
you still believing in me.
I rejected your church and stop believing you are God.
I influence your childrens and made them believe the street is all they needed.
overwhelme with bills and the money we made is not enough, where should we turn.
Back to my families …the streets
for you are invincible, we could only speak to you and hope that you could hear and answer us.
I hear you calling me and my heart is hearing you
You call me your son but I am lose in this world without a father so how could you call me son
“My only son died on cavalry for your sin”
We want to learn but who going to teach us
We want to go but who going to lead us
I heard push but theres no instructions on how to push
I remain still but I realized time is just passing me bye
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