Frustration
It's frustrating when my hands shake
It's yucky to get a whimpy handshake
For God's sake, I'm at all hours awake
Praying for sleep and my soul to take
If I die after dreaming, before I wake
It's frustating when the words won't come
And wondering if Kingdom will really come
And thy will will actually be done - The One
And only true Saviour of my body as dumb
As I feel sometimes, I know He'll be the One
Whom saves me from harm like a bee swarm
Will keep me safe and keep me just as warm
As the Sun keeps the Earth, oh Nature birth
Of our Mother, and Mother Mary, Theresa too
I promise not to be so frustated and to be true
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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