A Hustlers Prayer
Dear heavenly father
I pray to you now,
submitting myself humbly
with my knees on the
ground……
I know you seen the
times I messed around claiming that I knew
you but threw your
name to the ground, understanding why
you cast upon me
your frown.
I don’t deserve
nothing more, unless
its your anger a
fury of course.
I’ve done so wrong
yet you continue to
let me go on, why
you choose my life
to have such a
hold on.
Show me my purpose
if its good I'll
accept it if it’s
bad I deserve it.
I’m still young and
not very wise I
believe it’s the
reason why I put
on this disguise.
You know which one,
it fights a lot
and plays with guns.
Lord you know how
I can rid of this,
yet you give me freedom
of choice and a bad
decision is what I’m
left with.
Your angels constantly fighting to protect
me, set me free from
this evil and let
my love shine for
thee.
If not than help me proceed to things that
are right and not
wrongfully, to help
me make a decision
willingly and not
end up beat up and
battered spiritually.
I try to pray out
loud lord you know,
but my feelings are
at there utmost when
I write to you
through the Holy Ghost.
Lord hear my cries
and have mercy, let
me drink from the
spiritual cup, please
I'M SO THIRSTY!!!
Copyright © Christopher Burgos | Year Posted 2010
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