After a long day of hard work and labor
I finally got home and sat down at the kitchen table
I looked up to the ceiling and immediately began to pray
Father, I love you so much, but I've had a hard day!
Not only that Lord, but I'm tired and I'm weak
I work so hard to please You, yet my life seems so bleak
I know You're a provider, but to pay my bills I'm not able
I want to represent You, but others see me as unstable
I know that You're a healer, but my body aches wi
I wrote this poem this evening. It's my HONEST pouring out before God. If you can relate, be in prayer. God HAS NOT forgotten...
Heb 6:10 For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name, in that ye have ministered to the saints, and do minister. Always the weakest Rarely strong
Never quite the prettiest
Always something wrong Never the most wealthy
Nor the most stable
Not the most accomplished
Barely even able The