I'M A BAD BOY
I'M A BAD BOY
You all know that they call me a bad boy.
But what you don't know is my mind is like a toy,
The devil picks it for his sons to play,
But God bought it and it's he's son his slay
For me to walk away.
But how do I walk?
My efforts to stand doesn't work.
I'd forgive those that think I can't stand,
Because sincerely, I've been finding it hard.
If God probably gives me a million chances,
There's a slim chance I'd take one.
But that's not the way this battle would be won.
You don't win by luck,
I admit that some of you have been lucky,
But if I have to win, I have to ask, seek and knock,
Especially these times that I don't have the keys.
And that's why I've been spending more times on my knee.
©C. Timothy Jr.
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