May I, like the artist
Take the pencil from your hand
And begin to sketch an outline
Of my day and the hours planned
That I first might serve my family
And all my neighbors and my friends
Like the top notch restaurant serves cuisine
To the fine guests who enter in
May I never say a bad word
Or spread gossip or tell a lie
Like the press, the news, the magazines
And the media announcers try
May I sacrifice for others
As your Son did for all of us
And confirm by my holdings and my time
So they my word, can always trust
And oh Lord may I be humble
And take no credit on my part
But let my acts serve as evidence
Of my love for you and my broken heart
c aaron
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem