As I sit here at work and ponder my lot I seem to have time to worry a lot About my family, my friends, my much perceived foes It seems to me at times they contribute to my woes
However upon much further review If they weren't here or even not you I would be single, alone and free To drown in my sorrows for fun and no fee
So I know that I must take the good with the bad My worries are small compared to what others have had To worry is an insult to my precious Lord He is the one who takes away the sharp sword
To float into neverland free from the mind That tends to wander but can always find The peace of a river, a cloud or a stream Or look at my son who is living my dreams.
How grateful I am to be able to see This wonderful gift that was given to me My life and my soul are in his hands today The rest is of no import for this I do pray.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008 - I am studying for my degree in irreverence.