Treasure Island

Joy Lovelet Crawford

(December 8th 1963 / Montego Bay, St. James, Jamaica. W.I)

By whose Authority/Who am I


Who am I to object, who am I to express concern
Wrong or right, by whose spirit do I discern?
Who gives the power of knowledge or the gift of experience?
Who creates opportunities, who give us power
That which is to come….will
That which is now……is
That which is to end……must
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
The wisdom to know the difference
For it is by your authority the truth stand
Though we maybe late
It is by your word that life com

Submitted: Wednesday, November 05, 2008
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