I have a strange dilemma:
I\'ll put it on the page;
Things together that we do,
The dark, and the sage.
It\'s something like a double life,
But your always centre stage...
Stage one is work;
My hours now are few.
Now when my work is over,
Relaxing is what I do.
You always have time for me,
You always make a way
It is strange I love you most?
I praise you every day
For all you get me through...
Is it such a blunder?
I love to be with you.
You fill my thoughts with wonder...
Showing what is true.
Man cannot comprehend what you have arranged.
Now to my dilemma-
It does seem rather strange
When I am close to you, my body takes a blow..
Feet, ankles, gut, skin..
Even my eyes get dim.
Should I worry that it\'s you?
Or will your faithfulness see me through?
\"Physical ailments
Spiritual trap.\"
\"Get with the strength
We beat all that crap.\"
I\'ll keep going even if I have to crawl.
You may think I am broken with my back to the wall?
This much I can tell you-
I am not about to fall.
I\'ll wake with the dawning refreshed and bright...
Stage one in the morning,
Stage two at night.