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Sunday times

Pictures of life cover the Sunday times
The Bible in one hand my problems on the other
Seated among the mass looking for the answers
Eyes to the sky knees to the ground, heaven hear me now
Special call to the one on the thrown
Your dear sinner is on the phone
He seeks safety in your name
He comes with much on his soul
It's been years since I last called
Am sorry but the pride had me caught up
Been fighting this demons on my own
To tell the truth I don't know how I got this far
Been lost in the darkness
Thinking I found the way 
Calling now feeling like I need a change
An angel standing by me 

I don't know how to do this the right way
I hope you hear me pray 
AMEN 
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