I Find It Harder.

Everyday that draws to a close,
With a ribbon on top that's tied in a bow.
I know its the present that matter's the most,
But right at this moment I'm the ungrateful host.

She's a gift from heaven above,
From a God full of wonder and love.
But this selfish child is bratty and cruel,
What type of person would throw out a jewel?

This corny poem is killing me,
I feel it stinging more than the bee.
But how many times does one's pride get hit,
How many times must he fall in the grit?

Does the man make the mistake?
In which the consequence he must partake.
Or is he his own failing,
For everytime he is caught bailing?

None of it matters to me,
I am not that poor man.
I know the girl that I love,
And I will one day hold her hand.

I swear to you now that his is truth.
I know what I want, please God make it true.
I need this blessing I need to be heard.
I need to feel loved by this one single girl.

I love you God more than this life has to offer.
Please heed to my cry and make me so proud.
That I follow a God who will never forsake,
Drop his children like an old beat up rake.

So much in this life you have put there for me,
To turn to you and see your blessings.
Tell me she is one of them,
And I know not how I will say it...

But God, here it goes. Even if I never get what I want.
Even though I may scream and shout.
Know that forever and all eternity I will follow your path of righteousness and purity.
That through the calm of the day and dark of the night.
In the rush of the storm and quiet that lies in my sight,
You are the maker of all that I am.
None who I am belongs to me.
I pledge to serve you for every moment you bless me with.
Each breathe and each exhale, never were mine.
Now please Lord take this life, its not mine.
I find it harder everyday that draws to a close,
To not turn to you and say you are Lord.