Are the words in my Poetry,
Written down line by Line,
From YOU, Dear LORD,
Or are they really mine?
I am not so clever,
But have Faith in YOU,
To keep me from Depression,
By writing Poetry in YOUR Praise too.
Daily when I wake up,
I take stock of what I have,
As an Amputee things are tough,
But Life is not so bad.
YOU make me think and ponder,
How Life is good today,
And of the Blessings that I have,
With more to come ~ what may.
The Gift of Poetry YOU gave me,
To make others understand,
Daily to live our lives,
With YOUR Helping Hands.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 July 2014
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