Our Soul's Resource, Prayer
To the garden, hungry Pray-er embarked
Late at night, His time growing dark,
His sorrow without end.
On His knees, His death He embraced.
"Watch and pray," He pled, sweat drenching his face,
His appeal found no friend.
Three times He asked disciples for support
fast asleep, each time they fell short.
Succor they could not lend.
Are you a pray-er? Is it such a chore?
Selfish, hurried, few words in store.
God's will be done, Amen!
Our soul's recourse, how to pray - forgotten,
our soul's resource, unbegotten,
Prayer time gone again.
Jesus' mission of forgiveness and peace
deserves prayer sans cease
as His praise we commend.
April 12, 2022
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