I thank The Lord each day I live,
For every minute of Life HE has given,
To enable me to serve HIM true,
To do HIS wishes, ~ not what is forbidden.
Each day for me a bonus is,
If free from pain and stable still,
For with Myasthenia I have to live,
And I have Faith in Him, if I do HIS Will.
When I awake each morn ~ each day,
I turn my Mind to HIM again,
I thank HIM for the past I have lived,
And pray for the day without much pain.
As older now I have become,
My Life to me more precious is,
And although to many, I am still in my Prime,
I have also much more love to give,
I sing HIS praises constantly.
Does HE put the words into my Mind?
Or are these Thoughts mine alone?
To sing HIS praises ~ time after time.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 10 December 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem