The Bible tells us He won't give us too much.
I know all about it but had just given up.
As I stayed in my bed day after day,
I couldn't do anything but lay there and pray.
I'd given up all hope that my pain would disperse,
But it seemed to me to only get worse.
So I asked Him, "Please God, take me today.
I'm not any good to anyone this way".
Forsaken forever I thought I had been,
I was really convinced it was because of my sins.
Then three weeks ago my sister called to say,
"Thelma, I'm coming over to see you today".
So I grabbed three angels out of my chest,
One for her and one for the rest.
Then I held them close to me that day,
And to God above I began to pray.
She took them with her as she went home.
Then here I was, again, all alone.
Then the Lord, His love He did send,
And told me to pick up my paper and pen.
If not for my sisters I prayed for that day,
I wouldn't be writing to you this way.
For to write a poem I had never done,
And I had neveer read, not even one.
Then "Porcelain Angel" on paper came through,
Since then I've written alot to you.
So that is how this all came about.
Now Glory forever to Him, I will shout.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
Dedicated to: Louise, Barb, and Bonnie
