There are thoughts that weigh heavy
On my mind that has too much already.
But nevertheless I must see to them.
Bear with me as I ramble on.
I was dreaming in the solitude
Of my lowly little resting place.
Those dreams that seem to
Have no answer, not in this world.
Yet the Lord above knows the
The whys and where fors.
To Him do I direct these thoughts,
That His humble servant can't handle.
