Help Mr.Teddy Bear,
My life is a wreck,
Could you please stop and listen,
To me for a sec,

My daddy's been yelling,
My momma he hit,
My poor little brother,
Is awefully sick.

Now my momma is dead,
And I am so blue,
My poor little brother,
Has died from the flu.

My daddy's in prison,
And I'm all alone,
Shuffling around,
With no place to call home.

I want to die,
To no longer exist,
Then it hit me,
Like a strong-iron fist.

I heard a powerful voice,
Like a thunderous boom,
As Jesus Entered,
From the shadow of my room.

"I'm not Mr.Teddy Bear,
Jesus is my name,
With my love in your heart,
Your life won't be the same."

"I know your grief,
And I know your story,
But I will raise you up,
In the power of my glory."

"I can only help,
If you ask me in,
I will take away your pains,
And cleanse all your sins."

Today as I stand by the graves,
Of the family I once knew,
I thank Mr.Teddy Bear and Jesus,
That I am not there too.

Lesli Bohanan

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