they started off as mole hills then grew in my mind so tall
i pushed away with all my might still they refused to fall
were they real or imagined mountains that you climb
troubles some would call them problems so sublime

into another dimension from tiny to huge in size
looking inside for answers i can hardly believe my eyes
blown out of proportion the problem was so small
telling myself this is so made my own blood crawl

nothing that can happen is to much for us to bear
if in god we do believe there is nothing for us to fear
faith can move mountains but take a spade as well
letting them overpower us can take our souls to hell

i lived there for a long time in my sickness i performed
until i let go of self and with Christ became reformed
my goal in life is to be a saint to spread gods love to all
not just yet as i will have to die but ready i am for his call

problems have a way of seeming insurmountable when they have been left to grow in the imagination ... until they are faced and shown to be small,
as you say, Jimmy

Rose x

I hope you have to wait a while for sainthood Jimmy, in the nicest possible way of course

I am glad you have things sorted in your mind now.
As for Sainthood - well I hope you get it, but as Steve says, let's have you with us for a long time before.

Jo x

Jimmy,
You're already a saint in my book. You show compassion for others and have a love of God. If that's not a saint, I must be reading the wrong dictionary.
Your friend,
David Fox