I talk to God

5/7/2017

When I’ve had more than I can take

And in my bed, I lie awake

The hours go by, then nights and days

And still I’m in this sort of faze, I talk to God

I tell my God I’ve had all I can stand

Please I’ll put it in your might hand

I cannot on my own survive

Sometimes I even wonder if I’m alive

Now father, you know I don’t even know what to ask

To make this terrible feeling pass

Both body and mind are wearied down

And I seem to have lost sight of my Heavenly Gown

My faith has shrunk so very low

Come God on me your blessings bestow

Then hope in me is renewed again

For I know in God I have a true friend.

Love to all,                                                

Sis Marsha Colucci