My King

Psalm eightyfour thirteen tells me even a sparrow finds a home. He cares for me even when I feel alone. Once riddled with the sadness and madness of a life gone wrong, long in suffering it was tough for me I just accepted my fate, insanity that was my mental state. Thank God for Jesus because with him it's never too late to start again he died for our sins. No reason to worry it's just a season and it's pleasing to him.

My king, my God, I give it to him. I let him deal with it. Doesn't matter what it is he can heal it.
My king my God, I give it to him. I let him deal with it. Real is rare, he's the one always fair
My king, my God, I give it to him I let him deal with it. Understanding the planning is hard to do, it's been two thousand years and most don't have clue. 

Take the time, open up the holy book and have a look. Your chosen and set apart from the darkness of this world. I no longer fear it because I hear it and feel it with my heart. Amazing love he has for me, no more blasphemy that's the start that had to be the reason I was set apart. I took the time to listen now I see my position. One, two, three it's God , you ,then me that's the way it's supposed to be. Father, son , holy Spirit all three love me and that's the Trinity. 

My king my God I give it to him I let him deal with it. It doesn't matter what it is he can heal it.
My king my God I give it to him I let him deal with it. Real is rare, he's the one always fair.
My king my God I give it to him and let him deal with it. Understanding his planning is hard to do. It's been two thousand years and most don't have a clue.

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