Troubles come and troubles go
some just seem to stay and grow
A broken heart, a troubled past
please oh God don't let it last
I can not let people see
how bad my problems bother me
Frazzled nerves and short on air
I just know I'm growing grey hair
Bills are piling on my table
they will get paid whem I'm able
So now I bow on bended knee and
ask the Lord to please help me
I have bills to pay and food to buy
I am so overwhelmed I just want to cry
I let go of my past and on with my future
I ask you dear Lord to be my tutor
Show me how to make our future bright
By leading me with your guiding light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Denise I pray a solution will come your way. Love Duncan