I Am Mortal Man, Made of Mere Flesh and Bone

I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone Sad and lost soul walked in his old worn shoes, dark clouds covered his bowed and forlorn head. Life had beat him hard, made him pay heavy dues, cast jagged stones into his every night's bed. He looking back at all his dear family now gone, his broken soul cried- God release me please. I am mortal man, made of mere flesh and bone, my every path hard, nothing comes with gentle ease Yet the spirit was strong and his heart held dreams, hope that another day would great blessings bring. Each night's prayer he found new flowing streams, such that morn's new light made his joy sing As each day brought its bricks and falling stones, Hope, his greatest shield, prevented any broken bones. Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2016 Dedicated to all my friends here that give me hope each day. Hope that life will give future blessings and my family will be well and safe when I am gone.