Jul 04, 2009
This poem was written by a single mother of 6 that suffered from depression frequently. She survived raising her children but has buried 2 already and has 3 more critically il children. She can use all the prayers anyone wants to lift up for her.
Do we have the right to take our life?
The most prescious gift from God?
No matter how great the the strife---upon this earthly sod.
When we have no place to go
No one to whom we can freely talk.
When our spirit is low
And we hardly have the strength to walk
Do we still go on living?
In spite of all our mistakes
Must we keep on forgiving?
Do we try harder for others' sake?
My faith so weak has grown.
My physical strength is failing fast.
What evil have I sown?
Will I ever know happiness ar last?
For all the sin in my life
I can blame no other
First I failed as a wife
Then I did even worse as a mother.
My prayer is that God will send
Someone to care for my children dear.
Someone on whom they can depend.
Who will fill their lives with cheer.
Forgive me, Lord, for all my wrong
For rest and peace I do so long.
Though I from theedo stray
Please hold my hand.
Stay thou nearme while on this
earth I stay.
Give me peace when I walk the shadowy way.
Whenever, however, my life on earth my end.
Please, God, won't you always be my friens?