Spare A Little Miracle On Me

I’ve always been optimistic about my
Life but now I’m not so sure, I can’t even
Think straight anymore…
It seems as tho life is just passing me by
And I can’t find anything to hold onto
No more oh Lord have mercy, have mercy
Spare A Little Miracle On Me!
Well and It’s almost as if I’m on auto pilot
Just barely making it from day to day…I
Know everything happens for a reason but
God forgive me I really don’t want to go
On living this a-way.
They say Heaven helps those who help
they and I would if I could but I am
just beside myself, wishing I were anyone
else oh dear Lord have ye some sympathy
Please won’t you Spare A Little Miracle, just
a Little Miracle On Me!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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A fine poem. well executed.


A fine poem. well executed.


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