Friday, April 30, 2010
Strength of an Army in a Finger
I wish I was strong.
I wish it was true, I really could tap that barn over with my finger.
I wish I could run 500 miles without getting weary.
I wish I had super strength like the hulk and could pick up anything I dared.
I wish I never cried.
I wish sleep never claimed me.
I wish I never got tired of doing homework.
I wish I never ran low on energy.
I wish late nights didn’t kill me the next day in class.
I wish chemistry was a breeze.
I wish I could rock climb Mount Everest.
I wish I understood.
I wish I knew exactly who I was and my character never suffered.
I wish for strength to get me through this last quarter, let alone this day.
God give me Strength.