Icy hate is all around.
Love here does not abound.
Death has had its grip,
Suicide was but the tip.
If the bullies had their way,
I'd not see this shining day.
If I'd felt their wrath,
You'd not have met my path.
But, God said, "Not this day,
You shan't be lost this way."
I feel his love is all around
And tender mercies do abound.
Icy hate is gone at last,
Just a puddle in my past.
This warming love,
There is naught above.
Love here does not abound.
Death has had its grip,
Suicide was but the tip.
If the bullies had their way,
I'd not see this shining day.
If I'd felt their wrath,
You'd not have met my path.
But, God said, "Not this day,
You shan't be lost this way."
I feel his love is all around
And tender mercies do abound.
Icy hate is gone at last,
Just a puddle in my past.
This warming love,
There is naught above.
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