My Religion

It's the end of the day,
And I get in bed and begin to pray
I thank God for all he has done,
For without him I wouldn't be the same one.
I believe in him all the way, 
But there is something I must say,
I do not go by Religion at all,
Because I feel I have different beliefs I call.
I create many in my head,
I bring them alive and not dead.
I'm sure God understands me, 
I am not different then others he can see.
He takes away my fears,
My prayers can go on for years.
I love you my father,
I hope I am never a bother.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Sanders Avatar
July 30, 2011 at 3:27 AM
Wow, completely captivating I can relate to this poet
Brown Avatar
September 16, 2010 at 11:02 AM
Enjoyed reading your poetry today Bianca. Hope you have a wonderful day. Love, Carol
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September 15, 2010 at 8:59 PM
this is most interesting, i know exactly what you are saying here, in this wonderful poem. enjoyed. Harry
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