I must learn to control myself,
Not be controlled by my vices,
It is the best way,
The best of spiritual advices;
I must learn to count to ten,
Or better still say a little prayer,
By constantly asking for God’s help,
Control is usually there.
"In sickness send for your Minster, even as you send for your Doctor.” MEDICAL SCHOOL HEAD.
I was the prodigal son,
The world I thought would provide fun,
I wanted it to see,
And into it I did run;
But pain overtook me,
I had to cry out to Thee,
I asked for Your help,
May I never again from You flee.
"Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul." DEMOCRITUS.
It's nice to have one's head,
Peaceful and calm,
To achieve this,
Prayer is a great balm;
Prayer is so powerful,
When said with humility and grace,
Thanking God for His love,
Asking may I use it to bring a smile to another's face.
“The dead don’t die. They look on and help.” D.H. Lawrence.
People used to say to me,
That I should have a connection with God.
They wanted to help me,
But I thought their ideas slightly odd;
Now I find,
That I tend to do the same,
For one day in my pain,
I cried out God's sweet name.
Dear God, when I see the morning dew, I think of lovely You.