A Prayer and Answer
I ask and call to heaven for help I feel God listening as I yelp, out to him shrieking a call,
praying in the end he won’t let me fall.
Help me I called out for little did I know he has been watching me keeping score; and he
knew I wanted more.
Earn it you must but in your heart you don’t trust, majority of the time raising a fuss.
In pain you are this I know is true, there are many tests you must face before I bring a
blessing to you.
You live in anonymity away from all, giving no one a chance and yet you still call.
My son don’t you see you can’t live without me I gave you life through two; my will can
change you given the truth.
My blessing in time will come to you, being patient is one thing that you have learned to do.
Do so with care and treat everyone fair, face all your fears leave sinful ways to your peers.
By then you will know by my word and all will follow.
Rest easy my son…
James C Bryant Jr.
July 24, 2010
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