New Dawning Ministry

I walked a long

My blues were strong

I didn’t know right from wrong

As I smoked my bong

I was feeling dead

Down to my last thread

In my hands I would put my head

I don’t know why

But I would look up to the sky

For His return

I did yearn

My soul did burn

As about Him I did read

How He did bleed

I cry out to God

How very odd

I was tired of this facade

As daily I trod

So to the sky I nod

And I cry out to God