My Pain
Sometimes it’s hard to bend
Twist or turn around
Sometimes it hurts to much
To pick something off the ground
I know when it will storm
I don’t need to watch the news
Sometime it hurts so much
And there is nothing I can do
Sometimes it’s hard to move
And my walk is very slow
Once there was a time
I was always on the go
My knees can barley bend
And walking’s such a chore
I sit and dread the moment
I have to walk across the floor
Whenever I have prayed
Please take this pain away
God gives to me his grace
To make it through that day
I may not understand
Why I am not pain free
But I pray that in his will
He’ll take this pain from me
Each day when I wake up
No matter what's ahead
I thank him for the day
And know that I am blessed
Written by
Maryann Hunt
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