It isn't we
who save ourselves
from we...
it isn't I
who save myself from I...
we do not win
because we rank
among the great...
it isn't I
who opened me a door...
I cannot shout
unto the sky
to make it bow...
I am a child of god,
you see...
and he watches out for me...
I am only in this world,
because...
he suffer's me to be,
and when I pray...
and he has honored
what I say...
I bow low...
for I know...
he watches me...
he always watches me,
lest I forget...
who my true father be...
Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016
Deming, New Mexico
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