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A Home Of My Own

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Days gone by, I've heard many a true, but strange cliche
How i wonder if people even pay attention to anything they say
I wonder if people even understand the meaning behind any phrase
or statement, leaving others in a somewhat confused daze

Let me introduce this phrase, "A home of my own."
and kick some science while I'm in the zone
painting a picture to bring clarity
so that it can be shared with charity

All my life, I lived with other people
enduring the b.s. so i crawled to a steeple
and cried aloud for a peace of mind
to someday leave all these troubles behind

Started sitting in jail because i got mad
Pent-up frustration was all i had
in and out of institutions almost became my lifestyle
another statistic to be placed away as a file

During my suffering on the by and by 
God Almighty had indeed heard my cry
while friends and family spat in my face
He was behind the scenes preparing me for a better place

Had no idea that it would be my own
with that old phrase drumming in my head, "Man, you're grown!"
looking behind me, still sitting in the front pew
a light shined through the door, and that's when i knew

God whisked me away, saying, "Trust in Me son."
facing new challenges; i was scared, awed in a stun
didn't know on what i was about to get into
but i did know that my dream was about to come true

Glory Hallelujah!!! How can this be?
is this what it means/feels like to be free?
A new life, a new start
Satan tried to tear me apart, but God Stopped him, and gave me a new heart

Here it is, decades later, looking outside my window
thanking God silently, everyday oh how good He's been though
undeserved, yes; but i'm humbled by His saving grace
as the sun shines through the glass to warm my tear-stained face

Now i lay me down to sleep, 
and pray to my Lord my soul to keep
If i should die, let me praise you Lord at your throne
because you helped me to get "A home of my own."

 

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