Conversation With God

Of blessings You've given me, Lord,
I thank You each day as I kneel and adore.
Such pain as there is in this earthly life;
Heartaches, sorrow and , O Lord, the strife.
These blur my vision of Your kingdom above
And make me doubt that I've ever known love.

It's hard to imagine the plan of Your Hands
When life has me trapped by its many demands.
I worry and fret, I'm plagued by concern
To the point I don't know which way to turn.

What is the reason, why am I here?
What am I to be, for those I hold dear?
Will the pain go away if I just understand?
Speak to me, Lord! I'll do all I can.

Guide me when I lose Your way,
Guard my tongue in all I say;
Speak to me, Lord!  I need much more
So I don't lose Your way, I humbly implore.
And while I'm so bold, each one of the needs
Of family and friends, grant them, Lord, please!

Mary  Palmer
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