And Still I Choose to Praise

 

I could sit here,

Feeling sorry for myself,

And pounding my fists in the air,

While asking God why,

Because things in my life,

Are far from perfect,

I suffer,

( M.D is my enemy )

But that would be a dreary life,

Sorrow would overtake me,

And so I choose to smile,

Even through the pain,

Because I know,

Christ is with me,

No matter what things in my life change,

If I loose my ability to walk,

I will sing his praises,

If no longer I can talk,

I will sing his praises,

If hurt fills my heart,

Still I will sing his praises…

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

Nov.23.03

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