Oh, Lord, I feel so all alone, I have no place to call my home. Caring not what happens to me, I come to Thee on bended knee. Others seem to pass me by, Caring not if I live or die. Take this sadness from my heart, And make it ever more depart. Oh, Lord, why does this have to be? What happened to love for others, is my plea. Let's change this thing and start with me. This I ask, while I call on Thee. It seems that all we do and say Pertains to "us" and not about "they". You are our example, come what may. Keep me on track and don't let me stray. Now, I see your love shining through, Coming down from heaven above. Descending on me, like a dove. Showering me with TRUE PEACE and LOVE. Heavens my home awaiting me. With you, my Lord, there I'll be. Now I know you're all I need. Forgive me Lord for doubting Thee. Written by: Joyce Coffey Site Menu Testimony Inspirationals Patriotic Humor Friends Holidays Pets