( By Jan Phillips )
Things have a life of their own
Everywhere I look the amount seems to have grown,
I can’t seem to get rid of them you see
Somehow they just cling to me.
They really aren’t important in my life
They just cause me a lot of strife,
I’m running out of room to put things
It just causes me to be tied with strings.
God gave me this stuff for a reason
I wish it had only been for a season,
Seems its growing and growing
Wish I knew where He meant it should be going.
I sell it
I give it away
I throw it away
But it won’t go away
God help me to know what you want me to do
I feel like I’m living in a zoo,
I’ve got books to the ceiling
I don’t know how I should be feeling.
I’ve got clothes to the floor
And dishes to the door,
I just can’t stand the mess any more
You can’t even see my décor.
I never really wanted a lot of things
It’s really odd what life brings,
All I ever wanted was your love
Now looks like I’ve got over and above.