This poem was sent in by newsletter reader
Nikki Duren on July 7, 2004.
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Dear Lord,
Help Me
Lost in myself, pity, self doubt, that
is how my day began.
How would I get through another day,
feeling all alone?
That is when through my tears, I
cried, "Dear Lord, help me."
My three year old came and sat by my
side, patted me on the back.
The sweetest voice I'd ever heard said
"Mommy He will."
That is when I realized the thorns I
have to bear are never more
than I can handle, and God really does
care.
He sent a little light into my dark
world, that day, He was there.
I praise Him for the crosses I now
have to carry, for I know that
He is there beside me, whatever come
what may.
I will fight this fight with Him,
never again alone.
Until that day I look up and say, "
Dear Lord, help me."
He smiles and knows I can take no
more, that's when with
the voice of an Angel I will be called
home.
This is a little story that happened
to me on one of my worst days...God Bless, Nikki Duren
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