https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZwI5wXU1z4
I walk on a path deep in the frozen winter’s snow and the noise of loneliness fills my head.
For my thoughts are of my Wife Joyce, other members of Family, Friends and even my Furry Friends that are long since dead.
I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel and see my breath freeze.
My breath deepens and my heart slows as the cold wears on me, I fall at times to my knees.
I hear their voices loud; in this winter’s air I hear their voices so very clear.
Visualizing each one of their faces, I can see them through every single tear.
Please be Gentle with me.
For I realize that without JESUS and my puppy dogs, I would be alone and no one at home with me.
Is this I wonder, how the rest of my whole life will be?
I do have people that I call friends, only a dedicated few talk; but how many will be there in the end?
When death comes knocking also at my door; will there be someone there I can still call my friend?
Yet I can still feel the blood flowing through my veins.
I sense this winter’s cold in my head, accompanied by sharp brain numbing pains.
Please be Gentle with me.
Where am I? There is nothing here nowadays that I recognize.
Trees begin to blend with bushes, I cannot trust my eyes.
As I am living in this sense of loneliness, like I have never felt before.
I wish I had someone to talk to such as Joyce, as I grab at the falling snow…
I find myself wanting to tell someone of all the things I feel.
How the only thing that I ever wanted was a Wife like Joyce, who was so real.
Never thought it was too much to ask for, a Love to treat me the way I treated them.
So many people have a warped understanding of someone that you Love, who is also your best friend.
For as I trudge in this snow on and on, I can also feel the sweat pour from every pore of my being.
Also I can hear everything, even the most distant of birds giving me a winter’s song of warning.
Please be Gentle with me.
In this cold I feel my thoughts slow, as if I were on the edge of sleep.
Trying as I struggle to make sense of these feelings, that are running in me so deep.
Slipping on ice, falling, I roll onto my back and look up at the sky.
Today I think, is a beautiful day for me to die.
For this is just a random thought which I cannot explain?
Is it I wonder, because I wish to feel no more cold, loneliness and pain?
Then I would no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat.
Again I hear JESUS CHRIST, GOD my Father and HOLY SPIRIT Voice say; “Come and get thyself up on thy feet!”
AMEN?
Please O LORD,
Please be Gentle with me…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UV4F2yfEt9o
by Sir Richard
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.ca/
My breath deepens and my heart slows as the cold wears on me, I fall at times to my knees.
I hear their voices loud; in this winter’s air I hear their voices so very clear.
Visualizing each one of their faces, I can see them through every single tear.
Please be Gentle with me.
For I realize that without JESUS and my puppy dogs, I would be alone and no one at home with me.
Is this I wonder, how the rest of my whole life will be?
I do have people that I call friends, only a dedicated few talk; but how many will be there in the end?
When death comes knocking also at my door; will there be someone there I can still call my friend?
Yet I can still feel the blood flowing through my veins.
I sense this winter’s cold in my head, accompanied by sharp brain numbing pains.
Please be Gentle with me.
Where am I? There is nothing here nowadays that I recognize.
Trees begin to blend with bushes, I cannot trust my eyes.
As I am living in this sense of loneliness, like I have never felt before.
I wish I had someone to talk to such as Joyce, as I grab at the falling snow…
I find myself wanting to tell someone of all the things I feel.
How the only thing that I ever wanted was a Wife like Joyce, who was so real.
Never thought it was too much to ask for, a Love to treat me the way I treated them.
So many people have a warped understanding of someone that you Love, who is also your best friend.
For as I trudge in this snow on and on, I can also feel the sweat pour from every pore of my being.
Also I can hear everything, even the most distant of birds giving me a winter’s song of warning.
Please be Gentle with me.
In this cold I feel my thoughts slow, as if I were on the edge of sleep.
Trying as I struggle to make sense of these feelings, that are running in me so deep.
Slipping on ice, falling, I roll onto my back and look up at the sky.
Today I think, is a beautiful day for me to die.
For this is just a random thought which I cannot explain?
Is it I wonder, because I wish to feel no more cold, loneliness and pain?
Then I would no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat.
Again I hear JESUS CHRIST, GOD my Father and HOLY SPIRIT Voice say; “Come and get thyself up on thy feet!”
AMEN?
Please O LORD,
Please be Gentle with me…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UV4F2yfEt9o
by Sir Richard
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.ca/
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