Dear LORD,
Why is it that those who smile fear no tribulation?
I sense that there is a home for those who send the witticism to a new friend.
But why is it that a new wait exhumes the discontented?
Send me a friend that I can build my own talents.
I seek to find a home that can organize my own abilities.
Send me ownership that can endure the torrents of minds without charity.
If there is to be a will that will send my own joy to the top of my own balcony in my soul;
I sense that it is on Your watch that I will be gleeful and gay.
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