Thanks-ness

The past is gone
But yet it’s effects prolongs
In my mind the fact that God made me is so ever strong
He loves me he loves me and I love him back
But most if not everybody would degree with that
He might even get upset from that text
Because much attention I lack to give him and praise is greatly givin
Jesus is a father to the fatherless kids
And as a young kid my father was dead
And not to diss my mama but it seemed she hardly cared
And I love my mama more than any and few others can compare
It’s a fight and I know Christ is the only one who can save me down here
Jesus is God so there are no circumstances I fear
Because when I call on him he remembers no sins
He ain’t racist or ignores needed help because of no patience
I hope he puts this in his heart because I write this with thanks-ness