Volume 5: The Weak Are Strong
On bended knee,
with tears falling
down my face.
Dear God,
Can you hear me?
Need a sign
from above.
Need to feel worthy
of your love.
For I have faith.
But, I have many,
questions about,
the decisions
that you make.
Knowing I have
to hold on.
Have to be brave.
Waiting here
for you,
to tell me,
which path
I should take.
Waiting here,
on bended knee.
By Lisa Loraine Henderson
