Gotcha

Gotcha right where I want you-with no wiggle room
When you ask me for help-expect that I am coming soon

The refiners fire gets really hot. At times you may think I am gone
But, remember…I love you and desire that your life sings beautiful songs

I gotcha brings conviction that makes you squirm around
I’ll always provide an escape. You just need to listen for my voice’s sound

Because I gotcha today-your life is more clean
I answered your prayer-now purer gold in you can be seen

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