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Cheyenne Ashley

God, Me, And The Snow

God and me
We're just layin in the snow
Right beside one another
Listening to the snow fall down upon us
Holding hands
Nothing else in the world could make me happier
This is my one little minute
Where I have Him
All to myself
Just God and me
Out here in the snow

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Commit Suicide..To God

Commit suicide to God
Every single day
Tell Him all your pain
And He'll take it all away
Commit suicide to God
Give Him all your heart
Pray for all your needs
And you'll never grow apart
Commit suicide to God
Tell Him you give up
Fell His love overtake you
And let Him lift you up
Commit suicide to God
Every single day
Give it all to Him
And He'll take it all away

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A Cautious Crow

A cautious crow
Strolled across my car roof
Casually glancing through the windshield
I watched him from inside the car
Carelessly he started to stumble
I cracked open the window
Waved a finger or two
That crow didn't budge
He came over to my window
Cawed a mighty caw
And deposited a tiny white flower into my hand
I looked in confussion
Then went to ask the bird what this was
But all in one second
He picked himself up and
Caustiously flew away

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I Used To Be But Now I Am

Suicide secured a place somewhere in my mind
Suicide stomped right out when God took a stand in my mind
Confussion cramped my thought process making it unuseable
Confussion crawled right out when God untangled my thoughts
Lonliness lurked in the bottom of my soul
Lonliness left when God grabbed hold of my soul
Tears tortured my eyes everyday and my pillow everynight
Tears trembled away when God filled my eyes with himself
What I used to be is a broken black crayon in a box of white
What I am now is the crayon with which God colors the world.

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