It’s difficult dear Lord to say,
The feelings that I have today.
At times, I’m joyous with my life.
At times I’m sad because the strife.
It seems I have a Poet’s pen,
A talent that has always been.
But dear Lord it makes me mad
About the words I could have had.
The songs and stories that I missed,
Because I lacked a sense of bliss.
Please forgive me for not knowing.
Lift my spirit I’m still growing.