MY MASTER

By Jerry Allen

I've tried to be gentle, and tried it rough.
I've given my best, then I've given up.
I've fallen upon rocks and limbs.
But somehow, I've managed to get up again.

I've told myself that it's no use.
Then find myself following on through.

I've awakened in sweat, forgetting my name.
Dreaming of tomorrow, yesterday, and today.
I guess it's a normal thing, not knowing my fate.
To learn I'm a pawn on this cold cruel place.

Then I think of my master, who walks by my side.
Never saying a word, constantly on my mind.
I remember the hard life, the cruel way he died.
Thinking what he gave up, for me to complain.

It is then I stop, fall down to pray.
Thanking my master for all that he gave.
So that when I fall, I can always look up.
To see that wonder, my home where he waits.
The rocks are of diamonds, the limbs made of gold.
The dreams that I'll have will be in harmony of all told.

So now I feel better, and all is not lost. He lets me hear the Angels' harps,
when I've given up all hope.

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