Prayer To The Lord Poem by Judy Hill

Precious Lord please take my hand.

Help me to understand.

Is my life really worth living if one

day I’m here and the next day I

could be gone?

My friends and love ones here

singing that sad song.

Is it worth it being in all this pain,

driving yourself totally insane?

One day you are chillin with your

friend.

You get a call the next day that says

you will never see them again.

You say why? Your friend was

all innocent and nice,

went to church, they were living for Christ.

No answers to be answered.

Who to ask the questions to?

They say you should never question

anything God do.

You just had a baby, a pretty little

girl.

The doctor tells you she’s dead.

That really messes up your world.

So small and so innocent, never

will get a chance to grow up.

You will never get a chance to

see her take her first step or drink

out of a cup.

Time is not yours as you can see.

You never know when you time

will be.