As I sit motionless
People go to and fro
In their work to bless
Many find purpose
Some find joy
I stay here
None can me employ
God be my comfort
God be my friend
God be with me
My thoughts do mend
That I am worthless
Nothing to give
Why should I wake up
Why should I live
A simple poem
To give away
Will it touch
Some one today
Some one as low
As weeping I
That life has seemed to
Pass us by
But God we are more
Than what we do
We are worth your blood
How this is true
Though the world
Makes us feel so small
Come raise us up
Help us stand so tall
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