My heart is full, I cannot speak
My arms and legs are oh, so weak
I fear that life is passing by
I’ve no strength left to laugh or cry,
But try I shall and try I may
To hold on tight another day.
What else is there to keep me here
A taste of happiness or cheer,
The thought that God does love us all
And picks us up ere we may fall !
Claire V. Bogdanos 