Uncomposed

I'm thinking things of You tonight 
But it just don't rhyme
I'm listening to Johnny Cash
And crying all the time
I'm hoping that a day will come
When the sun will truly shine
And an unworthy wretch like me
Will feel Your hand again.

I remember when I was a little child
And I walked on by your side
You kept me safe from every harm
And nothing You denied
But now I am a grown man
I find I need You still
As now I sit alone and cry 
And hope to do Your will.

I'll go and have another
Whisky from the lonely fridge
Because I can't expect
Much more when living on the edge
But as I pour it down I know
That the hole inside will never fill
And tomorrow will always come 
And haunt my spirit still.

7/1/2004 MH