The Shooting Star

When I started spinning circles and asking God why,
There's a feeling I got that came from the sky.
I was drinking and drugging just trying to have fun.
Thats no life to live, I'm telling you son.
Its a feeling I got that suddenly fell over,
A feeling of joy, because I don't have to start over.
I no longer lie to myself justifying my sins
I'm knocking on heavens doors so please let me in.
I never really believed the lies I was told,
But the ones I was living just started getting old.
Addiction is just an excuse to do whats wrong.
I'm okay with myself, because I'm promised a home.
God loves me so much He died on the cross.
Thank him for today, because yesterday...
I was lost.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Jonathan Simmons

I hope I make it home soon

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