If success should ever fall upon my thirsty lips,
Lord please let me taste it, the smallest sip.
I”ll not forget the humble roots from which I came,
may I not be ruined by fortune and fame.
Please grant me the chance to share and give back,
to those less fortunate ~ the odds are stacked.
Let me not lose sight of my purpose and goal,
may I set an example and break the mold.
For when you’ve been given much, so much is required,
a daunting reality, but necessary to go higher.
So, I’ll keep encouraging those who are struggling and reaching,
through God’s extraordinary blessings and his infinite teaching.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall