When I was small
With time on my hands
I dreamed of love and home,
And a life of my own.
Now that I'm tall,
I relish the flavor
Of wastable time, rain showers
And sudden wild flowers.
But Paul says all gain is but a predicament,
When not holding hands with the lady contentment.
And here is where I ask,
Will You, dear Lord, afford to me,
Contentment with my family?
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