My Little Room
The Lord spoke softly to me:
"Go into your room,
close the door behind you
and pray to your Father above.
You screamed "Come out of that room!
Hell knows what you do in that room!
The people want to see you out of that room!
You spend too much time in that room!"
The poet writes in aesthetic words,
"Perhaps you should greet the visitors;
it is the right thing to do.
Be humble, show kindness and respect too.
The Father lovingly says,
"I understand, my son,
that you want to pray;
talk to me when you are done.
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