Focus
The
troubles of the world weigh on my soul
But
it’s the little things that get me down
Someone
forgets to shake my hand at church
A
friend I’ve never met dislikes my post
I
feel so out of whack in my life’s role
At
times I feel I’m just about to drown
I
wish I could go back and start again
But
I’m not sure what I regret the most
The
problem is my focus is on me
I
need to turn my eyes upon my God
And
then all things would slowly turn more clear
As
I am comforted by His sweet Ghost
My
God alone can make me right and whole
He
is the cure for woefulness and frown
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