Excuse me Lord,
but I have problems.
Nothing that I can't solve,
each day as I evolve.
I don't mean to be rude,
at times I have an attitude.
I'm just a man
in this human environment,
I'm thoroughly familar with
your holy requirement.
Excuse my stumble,
I rise again more humble.
I bow to Your holy grace,
faith in you is my ace.
This earth is mean and cold,
my faith keeps me bold.
One day I will pass,
let it be known that
I want to go out in class.
Whatever awaits my whole,
I wish for the survival
of my soul.
Written in your year
two thousand-five
I'm glad to be alive!
G
Be a sad world without your great sense of humor.
What a wonderful prayer. I'm so glad you wrote this. Now, I know you back again on the right path, but I'll keep right on saying a prayer for you. God loves you and He has blessed you. Don't ever Satan's demons get to you.
Love and prayers.
Patty
Your words speaks volumes!!
Love Tinka