Counsel One's Self
Having lived nearly four score and ten
but for five years that's left to go
I've experienced many things in all my life
some self counsel's needed don't say no
I've had my stammer all of life
why oh why does it continue still there
many prayers have gone up to heaven
but no comes down repeatedly to bare
Listen you don't know what tomorrow brings
never lose hope God's promised to do you good
He loves you more than you can imagine
knowing your self since before birth in every mood
No doubt deep down nerves so tense
cling to peace call on real calm
God is love giving His son for me
hold on to Jesus He's my healing balm
Tell myself I can conquer this
have confidence to speak out
anyway, does it really matter?
in how I can speak, just shout!
(I did write this from the standpoint of giving myself advice, to see what would that advice be on what was most important to me.)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2019
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