As I sit here at work and ponder my lot
I seem to have time to worry a lot
About my family, my friends, my much perceived foes
It seems to me at times they contribute to my woes
However upon much further review
If they weren't here or even not you
I would be single, alone and free
To drown in my sorrows for fun and no fee
So I know that I must take the good with the bad
My worries are small compared to what others have had
To worry is an insult to my precious Lord
He is the one who takes away the sharp sword
To float into neverland free from the mind
That tends to wander but can always find
The peace of a river, a cloud or a stream
Or look at my son who is living my dreams.
How grateful I am to be able to see
This wonderful gift that was given to me
My life and my soul are in his hands today
The rest is of no import for this I do pray.
06/24/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem