I NEVER SHOULD BE TIRED
OR SHED A SALTY TEAR
NEVER KNOW THE HEART ACHE
OF LIVING LIFE IN FEAR
I AM BLESSED BY
CHRIST, PURE AND HOLY
AND LIVE WITHIN HIS SIGHT
AND ALL ATTENDING ANGELS
PRAISE HIM DAY AND NIGHT
I KNOW I'M WEAK AND
SINFUL
IN MUCH I SAY AND DO
I KNOW THE LORD
FORGIVES ME
FOR IN HIM I PLACE
MY TRUST
MANY OF GOD'S PEOPLE
HAVE FELL ALONG THE WAY
THE PATH IS STREWN
WITH SUFFERING
AND FAILURES OF EACH DAY
BUT WITH HIS LOVING KINDNESS
HE TAKES US IN HIS HEART
WE TRY AGAIN
WE PRAY AGAIN
THAT WE SHALL NEVER
PART
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All right, then. I'm tired and this poem isn't very good. I can "polish" it on a later date. Saturday sort of sneaked up on me and it seems like time is going a lot faster than I am. Tomorrow, "my day off, so I will go to church(a good place for all us sinners)then sleep the rest of the afternoon away.
END
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