A Prayer
The time has come to cross my path
just to say the least ;
I swear to God it's a fact
the wrath has been my Beast.
For many miles have worn my shoes,
and it's high time I've a bath
To wash away the troubles I have in my past.
Along with the anguish and pain
Dear Lord I'm asking for your help;
please oh make it rain.
Copyright © Theresa Carr | Year Posted 2016
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