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Dear Lord I have so much on me, I don't know what I should do, If I only knew how it should be, Then I could learn not to be blue. But you see I'm stressed, With trials and pain, I know I am blessed, But yet I feel I'm going insane. You say to lay it all down, But where do I do that? You urge me not to frown, You say you've taken care of that. Where do I lay my pain, You say why my child, at my feet, With me all you can do is gain, You can not be beat. But can't you see I'm torn and battered, And I always ask why, Lord, my dreams have been shattered, But then I hear your reply. My child I've given my life for you, I've been beaten and bruised, My blood was shed for you, You shouldn't be confused. I said lay the problems at my feet, And that is what I meant, Don't ask why you feel defeat, Every trial is a blessing sent. You may not see it now, But someday you will understand, You don't have to ask how, You just follow my command. Just lay it at my feet, That's not hard to do, After all I was beat, And I died for you. Lindsey Bates © 2-20-01 |
