1998
Lord i Blunder
do you wonder why i fail?
i am less than perfect Lord
my skill with people is as war
for i fear all and myself most
Lord i fail
to make each moment wonderful
i have given hurt and insult
i am so often neglectful
of the feelings and needs of others
Lord i cry
and why when all your work astounds?
for myself yes - and for others, for all my kind
their pain and loss and their fear
i feel it all Lord and stagger from the weight
Lord i die
and who am i to hope for otherwise?
i feel it coming, each second, minute, hour
the end is not far away and what have i done?
what good have i been?
what tasks for me Lord?
that will make what little is left of value?
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