Sometime I'm Hard To Please..,

Sometimes I'm hard to please,
I want and want and want.
And yet with all my wants supplied,
My mind is not at ease.

I wonder if were made alike,
And all so hard to please.
Or if the pattern were destroyed,
After the Father patterned me.

I do not want abundant wealth,
Or to be awfully poor.
Just what it is I'm wanting,
That, I'm not quite sure.

I tried the pleasures of this world,
And it's honor I did seek.
I found they disappointed,
And left me lone and weak.

One day two homeless strangers,
Came across our way.
They offered life eternal,
And I'm thankful for that day.

Since I accepted Jesus,
And have been set free from sin.
The reason why I want and want,
I let the world creep in.

I long to be more satisfied,
Not what I am in Him.
But because the lowly Jesus,
Has set me free from sin.

I long to be more grateful,
And not want and want and want.
The things that are not good for me.
But be glad for all he sent.

Written by E.B.Dobbs