Sometimes I need solitude and a better attitude.
Sometimes I need more gratitude and fortitude.

Sometimes I feel down and out and degraded.
Sometimes I fee confused, angry, and underrated.

Sometime I feel shattered, scattered, and battered.
Sometimes I need to be appreciated and flattered.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
Sometimes I feel my imagination runs wild.

Sometimes I cringe with man’s sinful nature and pride.
Sometimes I want to run from the world and hide.

Sometimes I feel like I could spread my arms and fly.
Sometimes I look at the beautiful sunset and just cry.

Sometimes I am overwhelmed with thanksgiving and praise.
Sometime I am amazed that God loves me for all of my days

~~Estelle P. Shrum


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