A Prayer Cry
Lord, I cry and sometimes become speechless.
Lord, I am deeply grateful that your ears are not as ours,
And that you don't always require uttered words as a definition
Of prayer or a condition to be heard by you. How Great you are.
You see Lord, I cry mostly inside when certain things seem hopeless.
Speechless at times, because we mortal don't always understand the pain
Of another mortal, and times when nothing I could say would change anything. It's often momentary, but at least 'a prayer cry' is the way I feel at that moment. I feel such pain when I perceive that injustice or human wreckage has been served.
It seems that egregiousness surfaced heavily in 2020, and I felt its deep pains. A friend observed it succinctly when she said to me, "You hurt because you care". Lord, I have not always realized that 'caring or giving a hoot' was so painful at times. . . . . . .
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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