Sometimes we all
Need help. We look
In all sorts of places
And talk to people
That we can trust.
But when you get
Right down to it, the
Foolproof source of
Help is from God–
Take it to the Lord
In prayer.
“Give all your worries and cares to God,
for he cares about you.” (1 Peter 5:7 NLT).
The perfect day of the
Week for relaxing and
Kicking back and just
Doing what you want
To do, or nothing at
All, is Sunday.
Yardwork, or anything
That begins with work
Is off limits.
Doing nothing is top
Priority. Have some
Fun.
The poet is lost, he wanders
All over town, even going
Out to the countryside. He
Is sure he has left something
Somewhere but forgot
Where. What the poet is
Looking for is the perfect
Word to finish his poem.
Everyone has a mother. They
Brought us up, with or without
A father. They took care of us,
Served as an example. They
Tried and they were not perfect.
They had their flaws, but don’t
We all? In their own personal
Way they expressed their love
For us. There is no one like a
Mother. Happy Mother’s Day!
Wordman of Alcatraz 