Sometimes a voice
touches me 
it carresses me 
so soft and gently.
It brings me comfort 
despite life's pain
it's this friendly voice
that keeps me sane. 

Sometimes a hand
holds mine
showing me an easier way
in a hard time.
It pushes me beyond
despite my limiations
it's a strong loving hand 
reminding me I'm part of him. 

Sometimes a body 
warms mine 
holding me lovingly, securely 
sometimes. 
It shows me love 
despite my sins
thats how I'm so sure 
it's the one and only him.

He's my father
my husband
my lover 
my friend.
He's my beginning 
he's where I'll be 
come my end.

He's the one 
I'm trying to please 
he's the one showing 
continual mercy on me.
He died for my sins 
do I deserve someone 
as wonderful as him? 
"My Lord".

Tonya Beauregard May 11-2000