Like Some Connect To Oxygen To Breathe

No one I know,
Got a free express trip to success.
Many I have been associated with,
Connected to sacrifice...
Like some connect to oxygen to breathe.
And not thinking of anything else...
But to give from themselves their best!
Knowing their faith would provide the rest.

I have to say,
I admire people who are that way.
But as for me...
I like to eat.
If I can not make a sandwich...
This from my lips God will hear me plead:

'Dear Lord, My Father...
If I can only have a BLT on whole wheat,
I will 'then' have the energy...
To do 'Your' will, My Father.
With a bag of chips and ice tea! '

God knows my needs completely.
Because I do not keep them hidden.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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