Father, I ask you to help me
Make the right choices every day.
The road is rough some days, you see.
I search for the right words to say.
When my life tends to get me down,
I know I must not give up hope.
Help me be strong, smile, not frown.
To succeed, I need ways to cope.
Sometimes I have low self-esteem,
And I feel like throwing a fit.
When I don't accomplish a dream,
There are some days I want to quit.
Help me to share my inner light
With all of the people I meet.
When tempted, help me choose the right.
I need to not give up the fight.
Guide me to some friends to love,
Some hat will help me find my way.
There's angels on Earth and above
That me choose right words to say.
I am thankful for your tender love,
For your tender mercies and grace.
Help me to feel peace from above,
Always have a smile on my face.
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Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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Amen