Survival
Once upon a time, Lord,
You were a cradle for my weary soul,
You were a blanket for my broken heart,
You bestowed peace upon my restless mind
And I survived.
Now that I am old, Lord,
Life’s problems weigh me down.
I need your guidance once again.
Please,
Cradle me in your loving blanket,
Send me succour for my wayward soul.
And I’ll survive!
(I’m not done yet, Lord!)
© Vi Woodhouse
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