No one sits with him he doesnt fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Coz آپ want to belong do آپ go along?
Coz his pain is the price paid for آپ to belong
Its not like آپ hate him یا want him to die
But maybe he goes ہوم and thinks suicide
یا he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Only kindness from آپ might have saved his life
No one talks to her she feels so alone
shes in too much pain to survive on her own
the hurt she cant handle overflows to a knife
she writes on her arm wants to give up her life
each دن she goes is a دن that she is brave
fighting the lie that giving up is the way
each moment of courage her own life she saves
when she throws the pills out a hero is made
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Coz آپ want to belong do آپ go along?
Coz his pain is the price paid for آپ to belong
Its not like آپ hate him یا want him to die
But maybe he goes ہوم and thinks suicide
یا he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Only kindness from آپ might have saved his life
No one talks to her she feels so alone
shes in too much pain to survive on her own
the hurt she cant handle overflows to a knife
she writes on her arm wants to give up her life
each دن she goes is a دن that she is brave
fighting the lie that giving up is the way
each moment of courage her own life she saves
when she throws the pills out a hero is made
Lord, آپ have assigned me my portion and my cup; آپ have made my lost secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. - Psalm 16:5-6
Dear Child,
Lots of people think that being a Christian means missing out on the good stuff. They think I'm the father who makes آپ ride آپ bike to school on your sixteenth birthday when everyone else gets a new car.
That's not Me. I have a wonderful inheritance Read My will and learn that I've promised آپ the best slice of life. I've made you, so I know what makes آپ happy. I know آپ better than آپ know yourself.
So hang in there and trust Me. I've got something great for you, and it's not a rusty bicycle, I assure you. I'm the One Who knows how to bless you.
Your Maker,
God
Dear Child,
Lots of people think that being a Christian means missing out on the good stuff. They think I'm the father who makes آپ ride آپ bike to school on your sixteenth birthday when everyone else gets a new car.
That's not Me. I have a wonderful inheritance Read My will and learn that I've promised آپ the best slice of life. I've made you, so I know what makes آپ happy. I know آپ better than آپ know yourself.
So hang in there and trust Me. I've got something great for you, and it's not a rusty bicycle, I assure you. I'm the One Who knows how to bless you.
Your Maker,
God
god loves me,this i know.He made this world to tell me so.Butterflies and warm sunshine.All say ((I love آپ child of mine)).
yes god loves me.This is true.So wether happy,sad,or blue,remember,smiles and frowns can change,BUT gods love will always remain the same.
When i'm home,gods love is there.Behind each door beneath each chair.upstairs,downstairs,in closets with brooms,gods love is there in every room.
Front porch,playground یا shopping mart, gods love is there inside my heart,so when im away i'll not despair.Gods love goes with me...everywhere
yes god loves me.This is true.So wether happy,sad,or blue,remember,smiles and frowns can change,BUT gods love will always remain the same.
When i'm home,gods love is there.Behind each door beneath each chair.upstairs,downstairs,in closets with brooms,gods love is there in every room.
Front porch,playground یا shopping mart, gods love is there inside my heart,so when im away i'll not despair.Gods love goes with me...everywhere