Gods Ask
A prayer fifteen seconds long
The rules, ten sentences of what’s wrong
A perseverance like an everyday chore
The place, quiet room behind a closed door
An offering worth a widow's last piece of silver
A congregation is where only two gather
For we only have to seek his word and keep our word
But in return we drip his eye as we demand the world
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2023
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