Fight With Might

 Papa I am trying my best.

 To do all that I can.

But sometimes Lord I need a prop.

Just so I can stand.


At times I want to lay my head.

And count sheep jumping over the fence.

But when I think of those who weep.

I cannot afford to sleep.


Papa I get so weary.

And step by step I go.

Oftentimes I think of you.

And how you never let me go.



I know you said you are my rock.

And upon you I should stand.

But Lord sometimes I need a push.

To make me understand.


Papa won't you hug me tight.

And help me win this fight.

Without you as my sword and shield.

In my weakness I might yield.


Papa send an angel now.

To make the pathway clear.

For on my own I might slip and fall.

And I need your ears to hear.


Papa I am so afraid.

Of dragons in the night.

Show me how to fight with might.

And conquer by faith and not sight.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Hungry Days and Lonely Nights

Tomorrow May Be Too Late

Sorrow Is Coming