| Tug o War |
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I heard the coyotes howling And I felt so all alone. My troubles lay before me. Inside was a war of my own. Jesus said to give him my cares And I was trying hard to do that. But as soon as he would take them, I would always pull them back. It felt like playing tug-o-war. Each one was strong as the other. Jesus pulled my cares his way. Then, I would pull them the other. How long we played, I just don't know. For, I was busy losing sight Of what Jesus was trying to do And knowing that he was right. I dropped the rope, with all my cares. Jesus won the tug-o-war. I gave him all my troubles And he gave me so much more. |
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