Poetry Sharon's style

Sometimes life is really rough!

I always sit and think of what the other person does

I always sit and think why is my life as it was

I think of things that people do and say to me

Things they say that are words of misery

I don't profess to be innocent in all this

Cause God you know I am the creator of all mess

I try my best to be good and nice to them

But as each day goes by I don't see the reason

They talk, they gossip, they chat me behind my back

They talk as if I am a failure and they are not

They try to best me in things that I do well

They try to make my life a living hell

I want to forgive Lord you know I do

But it's so hard when I think of the things they do

All I ask Lord is to help me love them as you do

As your child this is what I ask of you

At times I want to tell them about their acts

But God you know that it would only put me on the attack

They will think that I am trying to put them down

When in truth and in fact they are the ones who caused me to frown

I don't have money and I am always in debt that's true

But God didn't you promise to see me through?

You said you are the one sending me to school

I try and try to succeed but Cs seem to be my rule

I try to study and found it easier instead

To watch some movies then go to bed

I am tired of the mediocre life

And I ask you all the time to take me out of this strife

This strife that causes my child to look at Christians in another light

And I have to be trying to show her by example that you are right

It matters not the things we go through each day

It does matter to me that she knows that you are the light, truth and the way

So God this once more I ask of you

Please make my life brand new and pleasing only to you.

Help me to do my daily tasks with joy and love divine

Because all things I do are to you the Most High King

I dont behave as I often should

But Lord I ask just help to remain in your good

I ask not for riches or gold

I don't even ask for a life of fame untold

I only want you to provide for my child and me

So that your beauty in me others will always see.

I know I am not the best of your children

But help me lord to take your light to men

They misunderstand me often as they did your Son

But you what I am happy I am your Child just as Jesus is your Son

Things in my life don't often go as I think they should

But I am thankful God and no other way would I have it even if I could

So Lord this day I ask of you my King

Help me Lord that only you and you alone will I sing

Praising you as I onward go

Even if my life is filled with pain and woe

I am unhappy sometimes at where I am

But you sent Elaine and Roger as the re-sources for me

Though I am ungrateful and unthankful some of the times

But I am grateful that your child I am and always will be

Lord you mean the world to me and there is no place I would rather be

Than in your arms, laying my head on your breast

And as life ebbs away I take my final rest

Trusting and knowing that in You I am blest.

!<J