I Am A Man

I wonder how many men like me,
Have lost their hope and dignity,
Because of children they live in a haze,
Of lonely nights and hopeless days.

I am a man, I am big and strong,
I know just how to get along,
I make a living, not just for me,
But for my wife and family.

I try to do my very best,
But in my soul there is no rest,
For the words I hear, bring hurt and pain,
I hear them over and over again.

I have a house that is not a home,
Daily I pray and my thoughts would roam,
For someone who would take my hand,
And tell me that they understand.

Oh for a gentle word a loving touch,
Dear God I long for this so much.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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