When I raise my voice to sing,
It sounds like a frog belching,
I forget important stuff,
It gets muddled in all the fluff,
I get lost en route to my job,
Even got lost on my path to God.
Still the Lord calls me his cohort,
In this I can take comfort,
I know the Prince of Peace,
and he says I’m his masterpiece,
In every storm I shall stand,
I am a child of the great I Am.
©2016 Kim Bond
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