Wednesday, March 6, 2013


I say grace
Thank the lord for my place
Not just where I stay
Or where I lay
But rather me breathing day to day
Leaving me with little to say
I won't complain
No day the same
Some days cold, some days rain
Some days gloomy, some days strain
From heat yet no pain
Thinking when Jesus was slain
On cross laying
Forgiving those not praying
Respects forever paying
"We know not what we do"
As he was saying

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