God, you must know me better than myself,

Because I still can't see what you see in Roshelle

To make you believe I am able to take

All the loss and heartache,

Pain, sorrow, and dismay

That continues to come my way.

Lord, Now I Pray

That you show me your grace,

Wipe the tears from my face

Place me back in the race,

And use me as you see fit...

My life is what you make of it.

© 2016