Unthankful

All that I had, just yesterday Has suddenly, been taken away Me yes me, a foolish man of clay Suddenly I have so much to say When instead, I'd be wise to pray Why oh why, me oh my Take me now I want to die I liked it better, when I was perched on high My wings were strong, I loved to fly I was given much, I gave no thanks I sat upon lush river banks My ship majestic, I watched as it sank Now this world seems cold and dank My cup was full it over flowed Yet gratitude I barely showed Instead of narrow, I chose wider road My love of self it barely slowed If only I had seen more clear I wonder if I'd now be here Feeling alone and filled with fear Oh please dear God, I need you near I heard him say, I'm sorry son Your life is over, now it's done You chose your god, I wasn't the one Love of plenty and pleasured fun! So down to Hell my soul is brought A place of pain both cold and hot My insides squeezed inside a knot Now what I treasured doesn't mean a lot From this nightmare, I thankfully awake My soul and being begin to shake Please Lord forgive me, my mistake Help me learn to give, instead of take! I try to be thankful every day With God's help, stay on the narrow way It's not about me and that's okay Vision much clearer, when to Jesus I pray. This poem was inspired by my brother Roy. He sent an email that asked "What if you only woke up with what you said thanks for yesterday?" what a great question!