Lord, I put my life
In the palm of your hands
I’m tired of the games
What’s your plan?
I need to know
I’ll be okay
I’m tired of the hurt
Of yesterday
Help me make
A brand new start
Make my life complete
Including my heart
I feel broken and torn
Used and abused
I’ve been down the wrong path
and feel so bruised
I’m afraid to put
My heart on the line
Tired of it breaking
Time after time
Tired of choosing
The wrong men in my life
Can’t seem to be
A decent man’s wife
So Lord what’s your plan
For healing this pain
And getting me out
Of this wicked old game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great introspection write...to be out of disdain and with faith to God to alleviate suffering...great poem..10