Peter's Prayer-- a Constanza
A lad was riding horse by night,
And passing through the Devil's Lair,
When thunder split the tainted air;
His horse then threw him, ran in fright,
So little Peter knelt and prayed
Because he was a mite afraid.
He prayed for just a little might;
He could not walk to see his Mum,
Who waited up to see him come.
An angel, clothed in rays of light,
Sat by his side and kept him warm
Throughout the bitter, angry storm;
Then took him up and held him tight
While walking down the dreary path
That left that den of fear and wrath.
Until his cottage came in sight,
She carried him through place by place
To see his mother's beaming face.
A lad was riding horse by night,
His horse then threw him, ran in fright;
He prayed for just a little might.
An angel clothed in rays of light
Then took him up and held him tight,
Until his cottage came in sight.
January 22, 2014
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
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