Oct. 17, 2016
I come to you, oh lord, I come.© 2016 Walterrean Salley
I come not once but time again
With all my joys and my sorrows
To share my problems, hurt and pain.
When raining troubles wouldn’t cease
And I have knocked 'pon every door
But could not find one bit’s relief
My soul shall seek you all the more.
I find your door ever opened,
You are my comfort and my stay.
It matters not how much I come,
Your door is opened every day.
I now present this ovation
In thanks for such invitation.
LOVE my mom.