A Simple Man Am I
Simple is this man oh Lord which was wrought of your hand.
You know our frame; our mind and we are but a vapor in time.
We are as you say, like the grass that grows upon the land.
Here today full and green; tomorrow withered and dried.
So why should this heart concern the makings of another day?
Only now unto you Lord should I in my trust give way.
For you knew me when I was but a whisper on your lips.
You marked my path and bring my soul unto the last eclipse.
So grant unto me foreknowledge, that I should only surrender to you.
Teach me to count my blessings and to others only goodness do.
For I am a simple man Lord and I easily lose my way.
Be forever my guiding light that I may bless others each day.
J. Allen Wilson © 3/2008