Never Enough
I’ve lived my life, not for me
I’ve lived my life for my family
Putting their needs always first
I am last, in this faithless curse
I’m a giver and never take
Yet I’m the one who’s so disgraced
My heart is pure and full of love
All I ask is help from above
The Lord had a special plan
The minute my life began
Why hasn’t it been employed?
For I feel my life is destroyed
I pray and pray that He will heal
All my wounds and all my ideals
I’m losing faith as time goes by
I’m losing hope and starting to die
I pray that Jesus will hear my pleas
I pray He’ll show them what he sees
Everything I do, is never enough
Everything I do, is never that tough
Open his eyes and let him see
That the woman in dire, is vainly me
Show him the sacrifices I have made
Show him how much I have prayed
Everything I do is never my best
Everything I do is a constant protest
Please help me Lord to remain strong
Please help him Lord, show him he’s wrong
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007
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