Lord I Cry

Lord I Cry short poem

Uploaded by Milton Robertson

O my God, I cry in the day time I cry at night, I cry about the alcohol and drugs that has dimmed the light. I cry because I was told a horrible lie, that drugs and alcohol would make me fly not make me die. So I walk the streets in a daze, seems like I’m walking through a never ending maze.

Lord I cry because I said I would never do it again, but I did it again seems like I can’t win, now I am crying again about my sin. Then I ended up in the hospital and then Rehab, there I was in for a fight but there were good people around to help me make things right.

Now I am starting to see the light for you my Father are paving the way for me to take flight. I thank Jesus for opening the door, and now I walk with you and I shall cry no more.

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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