Lying on my bed tonight,
‘tis too early for me to sleep,
The time is twenty to one,
From my sleep this poem will me keep.
Will YOU send me the words, LORD?
As you do all the time,
To sing YOUR Praises daily,
In poems ~ line by line.
I am gradually making progress,
In sorting out my flat,
And looking forward to my future,
And YOU will help me with that.
I am in no hurry ~
Ready to live my Life again.
Now from a wheelchair,
When before I was five foot ten.
What have YOU in store for me?
How have YOU planned my Life?
Without pain and depression,
Praising YOU daily ~ without strife.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] – 14 May 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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