7 or 77 Times

I see in her eyes insecurity.

Oh, how many times must you ask?

Am I pretty?

If you were here now,

I would not care how many times you ask me,

Seven or seventy seven times,

I would tell you that you are pretty.

If you were here now,

I would not care how much it annoys me,

Seven or seventy seven times,

I would tell you that you are pretty.

Am I enough?

If you were here now,

I would not care how many times you ask me,

Seven or seventy seven times,

Enough is what you will always be.

If you were here now,

I would not care how many times it annoys me,

Seven or seventy seven times,

Enough is what you will always be.

This may seem silly,

I just want the truth,

Do you love me?

If you were here now,

I would not care how many times you ask me,

Seven or seventy times,

Truly, truly, I say to you,

I love you.

If you were here now,

I would now care how much it annoys me,

Seven or seventy seven times,

Truly, truly, I say to you,

I love you.

December 29,

I took a lot pills she told me,

With tears in her eyes,

We thought you were about to lose it all,

I believe you gained life.

You thought you took it on August 27,

I meant what we prayed she said,

I know by His gracious hand it was orchesrated,

How could He let that happen?

That is such an awful thing,

We say the plan is mysterious,

I think you were actually sent free.

 

 

 

 

   

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