Asking For Good Things
This precious life was entrusted to your loving kindness;
friends and strangers mocked me causing endless hurt,
because I had a different prospective, a holier outlook
with a faith that only saints would keep from impurities:
infidels or fools were they to deny me the expression of my spirituality?
How did I resist every temptation, every deception by rejecting infamy?
O Father, in prayers I have spoken to you, laying all my faults
before you, nothing I have hidden: deeds you would have seen,
and words bitter or sweet that you would have instantly heard;
and should I ask for more compassion than those who have never sinned?
Only Christ was perfect and sinless, the Word who helped you create
everything from planets to stars, even larger universes than ours...
O Father, I'm asking for good things to make my living easier,
its not the materialistic ones, but all those offering an intense light,
that can uplift me in times of despair, console me and make me gladder;
and would I ask you to add more years to my already serene life?
Yes, I really would: to accomplish my mission and complete this long journey,
before I'll give up my spirit and enter the kingdom you have destined for me...
The atheist doesn't believe in Your existence, but admires a crimson sunset,
and a brilliant sunrise, never understanding the Creator's purpose;
that's why I am speaking with You with openness and clarity to obey and be blessed,
although Lucifer hides in the thick grass, transforming himself into a serpent:
He will try to deceive my loyal soul with empty promises and quick schemes,
never could I take his side, abandon You, my eternal God, and lose my peace!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
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