It seems as though I’m forever
Listening to everyone’s problems
It makes my head spin.
I often wish someone
would listen to mine
Just sit and listen while I spill my guts.
Every once in a while
I need to do that.
Just empty my soul
so I can go again.
Then continue on with my life.
Nobody, but You, Lord.
Nobody but You.
Thank You Lord, for loving me.
Written March 1983
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