Troubles come and troubles go
some just seem to stay and grow
A broken heart, a troubled past
please oh God don't let it last
I can not let people see
how bad my problems bother me
Frazzled nerves and short on air
I just know I'm growing grey hair
Bills are piling on my table
they will get paid whem I'm able
So now I bow on bended knee and
ask the Lord to please help me
I have bills to pay and food to buy
I am so overwhelmed I just want to cry
I let go of my past and on with my future
I ask you dear Lord to be my tutor
Show me how to make our future bright
By leading me with your guiding light
Denise Girod
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/help-6/
