My Suffering

When my troubles are turned

To Prayers the burdens slip away .

The Lord does not ignore my cry 

With my suffering .

There is no sense in adverting 

My troubles .

There is no market for any of them .

I could retire nicely at my old age ,

If I could dispose of my experiences 

For what it cost me .

I try to use disappointment as material 

For patience !

I know it is not the load that weights

Me down

It is the way I carry it !

I know the world is not interested

In my troubles .

I encounter just so

That I bring in the ship !

The word tact

Is the ability to close my mouth ,

Before someone else wants to .

I learned all this by praying

And by suffering .

                    By Brock