There were things I shouldn’t have done . . .
forgive me LORD for every one.
Good ideas I didn’t pursue;
Times I didn’t give credit to You.
Growing up I wasn’t always good;
Didn’t give credit when I should,
Sometimes I showed a bad frown;
Kind of put my siblings down.
Could have helped my mother more;
Didn’t know then we were poor.
Well, they never saw me cry,
Hiding my feelings I try.
Dad was a hard-working man;
always did the best he can.
But we did go to church, then.
So glad I can remember when.
But, now I’m growing old,
Looking in the mirror, I’m told !
Challenges await every day;
What else can I really say ?
I’ll find more good things to do —
Share God’s blessings, I know, too.
Thankful I am for prayer;
For all of this I do care !
by Elaine Hardt ©2020
