WHEN I ASK

Once I felt no force would ever move me We shall survive myself and I, would sometimes cry IS THERE NOTHING MORE? That’s when an echo came with gentle hands Call this force what you want, mother nature, call it love I let it influence and help propel my self respect Warm hands ancient hands hold me So when I ask: Give me strength, I know who I address and from where my confidence comes, and the lift Beyond but one moment baptized in a timeless music with God Allowing a piece of me to become much more Finding preciously what I was looking for Strength to hold on Strength to be loved and The strength to ask for more