Life had kicked him in the groin
It was a hard blow below the belt
That left him sprawled on the ground
His friends had deserted him
Drugs had drained his fame and fortune
All that he now owned was the rags he was wearing
He was wearing what looked like clothes
Lying there in the alley
He was thinking of the easiest way to take his life
When God sent His messenger
A bible in his hand
Ear to ear smile that pushed his
ears to the back of his head
He shared with him the love of God
Now it was upto him
To make that major decision
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