Yellow flowers from her past
A love grows weaker, fading fast
Her brown eyes wet with sting of tears
She wonders how she got through years
She wouldn’t sit here now in fear
Wondering which step to take
Knowing all there is at stake
Help her Lord to do what’s right
Keep her strong all through the night
Guide her feet along the way
Help her choose to go or stay
-Jackee
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