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