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Written 07/02/1996


Submitted:Oct 9, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I got a call, and it wasn't on the phone

It was long distance, it came from the throne

The Lord asked son, what have you done for me

I answered him back, nothing recently

Then he said, well it's about time

I've got a daughter, she doesn't have a dime

If your one of my sons, then you'll help her out

Bring her back to me, have faith and don't doubt

I'm now my sisters keeper

The Lord knows I couldn't leave her

In the dark, and all alone

Without a friend, without a home

You may be persecuted, for this thing that you do

But be strong and you'll make it, she will too

False friends will fall, and the true ones stand

If you need my angels, they're at your command

There may not be many, to help you in your task

The Devil will lay before you, I'll watch over your back

If you accomplish, that I've sent you to do

Then surely good, will come to you

I'm now my sisters keeper

The Lord knows I couldn't leave her

In the dark, and all alone

Without a friend, without a home





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