Prayer
I prayed for food and I prayed for rent,
I prayed for these things to be heaven sent,
I prayed in the morning and I prayed at night,
To help out my brother and the mentally ill in their plight,
I prayed at my job site,
I prayed at the dinner table,
I prayed that men should not kill like Cain and Abel,
I prayed against war and slavery on every shore,
I prayed for the victims of criminals, the lepers , the poor,
I prayed and prayed until this very same day,
When I received a knock on the door,
" You have not my money! Then you must go away!"
Copyright © Donald Reith | Year Posted 2012
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