Oh,
Lord,
I
lay
my
burdens
down
At
fifty-two,
I
seek
your
crown
I
remember
days
of
childhood
play,
my
siblings
by
my
side
We
shared
the
bread,
we
shared
the
dreams,
with
nothing
left
to
hide
But
seasons
changed
and
envy
grew,
like
weeds
within
the
field
My
own
mother
held
the
map,
the
hatred
was
revealed
She
turned
her
back
on
me
and
mine,
left
us
in
the
rain
My
two
children
were
all
I
had
to
navigate
the
pain
Oh,
Jesus,
You
stood
by
me
when
the
world
was
cold
and
gray
You
held
my
hand
through
every
night
and
led
me
to
the
day
My
Emmanuella,
rest
in
peace,
my
daughter,
gone
too
soon
I
raised
her
up
with
aching
hands
beneath
a
lonely
moon
But
life
begins
at
fifty-two,
the
light
is
shining
bright
I
thank
You,
Lord,
for
carrying
me
through
the
darkest
night
My
wife
she
walked,
the
house
was
still,
the
silence
was
a
wall
I
watched
my
little
girl
grow
up,
I
caught
her
when
she’
d
fall
Seventeen
years
of
holding
on,
of
fighting
for
our
breath
Then
suddenly
the
shadow
came,
the
icy
touch
of
death
I
was
a
father,
mother,
friend,
the
anchor
in
the
sea
And
still
the
spirits
of
the
past,
they
tried
to
bury
me
Oh,
Jesus,
You
stood
by
me
when
the
world
was
cold
and
gray
You
held
my
hand
through
every
night
and
led
me
to
the
day
My
Emmanuella,
rest
in
peace,
my
daughter,
gone
too
soon
I
raised
her
up
with
aching
hands
beneath
a
lonely
moon
But
life
begins
at
fifty-two,
the
light
is
shining
bright
I
thank
You,
Lord,
for
carrying
me
through
the
darkest
night
Nna,
the
road
was
long,
the
hills
were
steep
and
tall
But
even
when
the
enemies
arise,
I
do
not
fear
the
fall
Chai,
the
grace
is
sufficient,
the
victory
is
near
I
leave
the
envy
in
the
past,
I
shed
no
more
the
tear
Now
at
fifty-two
I
stand,
with
scars
upon
my
soul
The
broken
pieces
gathered
up,
the
Lord
has
made
me
whole
No
more
the
bitterness
of
home,
no
more
the
mother’
s
sting
I
listen
to
the
melody
that
hope
begins
to
sing
Oma
licha,
life
is
new,
the
morning
sun
is
gold
A
second
chance,
a
brand
new
story
waiting
to
be
told
Oh,
Jesus,
You
stood
by
me
when
the
world
was
cold
and
gray
You
held
my
hand
through
every
night
and
led
me
to
the
day
My
Emmanuella,
rest
in
peace,
my
daughter,
gone
too
soon
I
raised
her
up
with
aching
hands
beneath
a
lonely
moon
But
life
begins
at
fifty-two,
the
light
is
shining
bright
I
thank
You,
Lord,
for
carrying
me
through
the
darkest
night
Life
begins
at
fifty-two
My
Jesus,
I
am
walking
through
Hope
is
not
lost,
hope
is
not
lost
Amen.