Where I Love

Where is the love that use to be?
Killing is all you hear and see.
Why do we hurt one another?
Let us live like sisters and brothers.
Why do we have so much hate?
Turn around before it's to late.
God is coming real soon.
I don't know if it's night or noon.
Young people burning up their brain.
All for the love of crack cocaine.
Our Lord died upon the cross
That our souls would not be lost
Don't let Satan make you a slave.
Nows the time to get saved
For you and me he died.
In him we should always abide.
Give God your heart and soul
And let him always take control.

by George J. Williams

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