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The struggle

Thinking so hard every day
How that such a man lived here
Without blemish,spot or wrinlke
I am pressured on every side
As long as the day turns night
The struggle of living good in a bad world

Often I try,so much I try
But again,lord have mercy,I pray
The reality of the terrible times
The pleasure of life beauties
The selfishness of natural man
The struggle of living good in a bad world

One day at a time,my heartbeat
Heaven bound,stranger here
My soul cringes at word,hell
Just a minute before I lay still
Oh that I may still with my lover be
The struggle of living good in a bad world

-Amanda Martin


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