
Floating In The Wind
I feel
like I am floating,
Just floating in the wind.
Like on an endless summer night,
That never has an end.
The Lord
ask me to float with Him,
Though I had not much time to stay.
I answered I am sorry Father,
I must be on my way.
Once more
thy Father asked,
Child why do you not have any time for Me?
Without a word I pushed Him away,
And said Lord leave me be.
One day I
had gotten into trouble,
And needed someone to talk too.
I went to the Lord for help,
He said sorry child, I have many things to do.
And I do not have time for you.
by Sarah 6/99
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