First - Poem by "Tucson Ron"
Lord, I am tired
My body grows weak;
I've tried, and I've tried
Your help I do seek. In prayers I've sent up
With things I desire;
What you return fill my needs
But I persist to inquire. Oh, please help me
To just understand;
Your wishes, my purpose
Of walking this land. Forgive me the pit-falls
I've put myself in;
In your strength I'll try
And start over again. Let me help those who need
Give drink to whom thirst;
But most of all Lord
To serve you first.
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