A man kneels at the foot of the cross
Tears well up in his eyes
As he starts to speak
The tears flow
Washing him from the inside
The more he prays
The more the flow
Tears fall like rain
Through the dirt and grime of life
A story thus remains
Life is not simple
Life is to hard
Life just is
what do you choose my Lord
My life I put in your hands
Use it as you wish
Mold me and make me
A tool in your plan
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