"It could be you," the saying goes

A millionaire tonight.

You spend a £1, you wait and hope,

Have you picked 'em right?

The shout goes up "We've got them all,

Our luck is in at last."

Our worthless lives and lack of things

Now that's all in the past.

Your new found "friends", they come, they go

They grab a bit then run.

But you don't care you spend and spend

Your lives have just begun.

This sad, sad world it seems to say

Get rich and damn them all!

You're swelled with pride, you're fit to burst

But beware now comes the fall.

You're on the downward, slippery slope,

This world can give no more.

The booze, the drugs, the decadence

Just like the days of Noah.

One day you cry ""My God, my God,

"You don't know how I feel."

Then in your mind, you hear the words

"My child I am for real."

You start to pray to Jesus Christ,

You ask him to come in.

And very soon, you're well again,

Redeemed from all that sin.

Your shackles disappear,

No more to hold your head in shame, no more to live in fear. By Tony Bennett

Hope Street North, Horwich

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