This old world Is not my home when tears fall like rivers and things go wrong, troubles and fears and things won’t work out, and Satan starts raging and tries to cause doubt. If I had wings that I could fly, I’d take right off into the sky, find my way to my new home. Then this old world could call me gone!
When people are talking and putting me down and I have not one friend on whom I can count, I lift up my hands and whisper this prayer. If I only had wings, Lord, I soon could be there.
If this Is how you feel, I suggest you read my book. I’m a single lady, born In Oneida, Kentucky. I raised three beautiful children. I write my own gospel songs and play the guitar! I’ve sung in many churches and nursing homes and have a very tender heart for all.
