this child I knew had ran to the pew.
She hoped that God would change his plans
and release her from her master's hands.
The demon had made a pact with her life
and she had been feeling more hurt and strife.
Her dark, ridden soul had yet to be sowed.
God's power and love was something she craved.
For years her heart carried mistrust
she lied, she cheated and hid her lust.
And God Almighty would place his curse,
to avoid her ride in the big, black hearse.
The child had extreme ache deep within
for flesh was the root of her deep sin.
But his kind words would be her key
for he wanted her love ever faithfully.
So she would pray and fast for Him
in her room where the lights were dim.
And death would slowly begin to grow
and the leaves from the trees had begun to blow.
And those golden leaves laid upon her name
and her life was in His great hall of fame.
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