“Unwise Demise”
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I was down on my luck, no place to call home.

Stuck in this world broke down and alone

Weak in bondage consumed by my sin

Unwise to demise and the battle within

Needed a savior…a Light at the end

All out of favors…no one to call friend

Then I heard a voice whisper put down your past

Take up your cross and be free at last

Through the valley of darkness His word brought me through

With the Lord God beside me all mountains be moved



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