It's what I do

By I.M. Ulysses

It’s what I do
When I am near
Because you're alone
And full of fear

It’s what I do
To make things right
When the light goes out
To keep things bright

It’s what I do
When you can’t get up
As you struggle to reach
Your coffee cup

It’s what I do

When the road is long
And you make a turn
That turns out wrong

It’s what I do

When our place’s a mess
Before friends visit
And you're too stressed

It’s what I do

In the parking lot
When it’s hard to find
A very good spot

It’s what I do

When you feel buried
By all life's cares
That make you worried

It’s what I do

When you’re sick in bed
And you can’t sleep
Until you are fed

It’s what I do

When you hear a clatter
And need to find out
Just what's the matter

It’s what I do

When life is tough
And all seems hopeless
And the going is rough

It’s what I do

When I’m up at 1
Writing a poem
Until it is done

Down on my knees
To God above

I ask for strength
And trust His love

So next time you ask

Just where it comes from
This power I have
That allows me to run

Just look to the sky

You'll know it’s from Him
Our Lord and our Saviour
Who my battles, win

His love and mercy

Still guide my way through
I’m nothing special
It’s just what I do.

For my wife, Marion.

(yeah, I know, up late again, but...
it's what I do (;->) )