I was born in late September in Tennessee.The humidity was still high from August.Doctor said I was lucky to be alive.Severe allergies and all you I'm afraid was rough on my tiny body.Finally,got to go home.
And since then I've been in trouble since the day I got here.I'll be in trouble until the day I disaapear.On that day I'll finally get it right.
Dad always said," There's hope for you yet.God has got plans for you. Just have to wait and see."
In school I was never that good.I talked too much and trouble always followed me.I become the walking, hopeless fool as far as others were concerned.I don't know how but I made it through.
Still wondering why I'm here.I deal with the fear of my uncertainty.Will I prove them all wrong?I don't know.But I've seen enough to know that I'm not here for nothing.He's up to something.
So I hold on tight to my daddy's words,"Wait and see,he's not finished with you yet."Him and God must see something I can't.The finished product that comes out this mess that is me must take a miracle only God can deliver.He didn't leave me at the beginning, He won't leave me at the end,and all those parts in between both.
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Lance Gargus
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