May 15, 2009
By , kingston, GA
Some day I will see your face.
You will pour your mercy down on me.
You will hold my hand.
As I walk into the holy land.
To talk to you is my plan.
On a road filled with gold.
My name will be spelled in bold.
On a wooden wall.
I would'nt have to call out your name when ever i fall.
You gave your life for me.
So please forgive me

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