What can I say?
It was about the month of May
took the time to pray.
I had so much that I needed to say.
The Lord seemed far away.
I still had no wedding day.
And I cried and wished and all I could do was pray.
Said he was going to see that I would live true
no longer would I feel so blue.
Had been told since I was a little child
"Call God," so he was the one I dialed.
Angry because things weren't right,
felt I wasn't living up to God's sight.
I had put up a fight for years and years.
Had been hiding behind all my fears.
Had full control over little, misplaced me,
but little did I know there was more to see.
Didn't realize the strength beyond the skies.
Too busy believing fools and their lies.
You see sometimes we think we know,
we think sometimes but we don't go
that extra mile after we dial
then wonder why we collapse after a mile.
We need the help of God's great, big hands
because we know the devil runs many lands.
So what I can I say
until my wedding day?
To keep reaching out and simply just pray.
Nicholl McGuire
