Prayers

Lord,

In Heaven what shall I do?
All I really know is to praise you

Lord,

Dearest God
You made the flowers and the sod
The rain 
And the dance and you heal all our pain

In your own special way

Lord,

Keep your son Autumn safe in the Middle East 
And help us to feed your children without enough to eat
And hear the cries of needs unmet

Lord,

Thank you for this day
This chance

Lord,

Bless Mama and Papa and little Lance

Lord

Bless the poets
And the singers and the people who know not what they do and those that sit 
And do nothing.

Lord

I worship thee. 
Thank you.

Amen
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Townsend Avatar
March 30, 2009 at 11:22 PM
Wonderful and intimate write. Many blessings be with you and your gentle heart. Smiles from Lolita
Wilson Avatar
March 30, 2009 at 1:32 PM
I really like it when you say Bless Mama and Papa and little Lance. You have a sweet nature Autumn. God Bless. Leon. ps I love your name
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