Wednesday, June 8

A Tuesday night poem

Lying awake in my bed
There is so much noise in my head
Its making me worry about the little things
As if I'm just a pawn in this world of kings
But dear God won't you take these thoughts away
Dear God won't you turn my mind to clay
Mold me, make my mind think clear
Spirit of life give me the strength to endure
Cause you are marvelous in every way
You are beautiful there's not much else to say
So hold on, be strong and find your way
This time around that's all I have to say

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