Thank
you, Lord for another day.
Please
hide the bruise, I'm so ashamed.
The
beating wasn't bad today.
And
forgive me for all I'm blamed.
Please
hide the bruise, I'm so ashamed.
Don't
let her kill me while I sleep.
And
forgive me for all I'm blamed.
I pray
the Lord my soul to keep.
Don't
let her kill me while I sleep.
Her
fist was open, my eyes were shut.
I pray
the Lord my soul to keep.
Her
words were worse. O, how they cut!
Her
fist was open, my eyes were shut.
The
beating wasn't bad today.
Her
words were worse. O, how they cut!
Thank
you, Lord for another day.
written
February 2011, finished May 2011
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