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Before I could even accept that fact my brother died
Before a single tear could fall from my eye
Before I could recover enough to pull through
Before I knew what happen, Mom was gone too
Before I fell apart and wished I too could die
Before I even began, He heard my cry
When none else could see the comfort that was needed
When deep down inside my soul begged and pleaded
When my debate was should I , live or die
When I wouldn’t allow tears to fall from my eyes
When I couldn’t understand my baby sister’s death
When all reasons were gone; not a one was left
When none of my questions returned a reply
When I didn’t think it so, he heard my cry
After both Grandparents on both sides have past
After the many doubts subsided at last
After His grace and mercy has shown faithful
After a mind so corrupt and a heart so hateful
After a walk far over the line and back
After surviving the worlds many attacks
After the tears finally fell from my eyes
After I thought it was too late, He heard my cry
Now, I still have my cross to bear
Now, I will stumble here and there
Now, I’m not perfect, or completely sin free
Now at least I know He has forgiven me
Now I have the strength to try
Now I know He’ll hear my cry
Today I don't doubt the truth
Today I look back on my Youth
Today I sing His highest praise
Today I know the dead was raised
Today I boldly encourage you
Simply cry out; He will hear you too
Jackie Moore
10/30/07
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