Through Repentance

I stay busy, but I sometimes get bored.
That is when I pray for strength from my Lord.
Sometimes, in my journal, I write my Lord a letter.
Soon after, without fail, my Lord has made me better.

My Lord is with me when no one else is.
What is His, is mine. What is mine, is His.
His endless love I will forever crave,
From this day forward until I enter my grave.

From my pen and paper my thoughts protrude.
It becomes a blessing when my world comes unglued.
When times are hard I must remain a man.
I must humble myself and let my Lord guide my hand.