Till I raised my hands to You.
Lord my heart forgets to cherish all the times I did not
perish even though my thoughts were bearish, Grumbling and not praising You.
Lord I ask that You relieve me of the people I let peave me,
hoping myself to believe me, That I’m blessed through them by You.
Let me see the joy, not sorrow; yesterday, today, tomorrow;
here and there and near and far. O Let me live my life in You.
Margaret, 7/13/15
