Nothing's impossible I have found,
For when my chin is on the ground
,I pick myself up,
Dust myself off, Start all over again.
Don't lose your confidence if you slip,
Be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off, Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath, Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off, Start all over again.
Don't be too hard on yourself Joyce Ann. It doesn't sound like the pain pills are working too well. I admire you for being so strong!
ReplyDeleteJoyce,..I agree with Linda...don't be so hard on yourself..you are trying to figure it out...sometimes I think the pain pills are more of a downer than anything...though you need something to help. I kind of had the same weekend myself..my own little pity party because of my dad ...then i told myself..my dad is going through so much who am I to not be strong?? We can make it girl..somehow..someway!
ReplyDeleteGreat song. Be encouraged, lady Joyce! You are awesome and lovely in His eyes...
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