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