Lord, You taught me that to have friends,
I should be a friend.
And if I felt misunderstood, understanding
I should extend.
It’s not about protecting me, but about having
a heart that can bend.
Gifts of hope, gifts of love, and gifts of joy
I want to send.
by Christina Morley
I decided to post this poem today, because I need it for myself. It's been one of those days. I also feel more sensitive, and I can't take the hard knocks so well, when I'm ill and worn down. Do you ever feel that way too?
