Hear Me O Lord

Written by: Janette Fisher

H is breath was growing shallow, as the 
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the 
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil

M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim

O ffended by death’s effrontery, she

L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.




For the 'What's my Theme' competition - Theme 'A Prayer'