Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
Precious Lord, I feeling sad,
And I’m feeling I’ve been had;
With their words they pierce right through me,
For they come merely to screw me.
Precious Lord, would I be bad,
If for once I got real mad?
If I hit them where they hurt most,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost?
ã1 January 1992, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
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