The Morning Creeps

Sunday morning creeps at me
I don’t know just what words to say
it isn’t just another day
it is God’s day that I must keep
now this night I cannot sleep
I’m forty-eight my time flies by
I have Parkinson’s I wonder why
I am going deaf and loosing sight
there is a cataract in my left eye
and I’m not aware of other things
I know what I know- that’s all I mean
still it hurts inside when I dream
with most of life behind today
I have no hope of destiny…..
my future looks both dark and grim
is this penance for my sin
I pray a while I know God hears
His laughter rings deep in my ears
I know God loves me it’s in His Word
I fight back tears- I have not heard
my stomach churns I throw up phlegm
Sunday comes- the day begins
I pray for sanctuary I pray for peace
and ask God for His loving Grace
then ask for help to live His way
I’d like to live a life of ease
to love this world and not believe
that is not God’s choice for me
He let me see a bit of truth
now it affects all that I do
all I am- my attitudes
every thought- all issues

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