Poor Man's Prayer
Poor man's prayer
Lord, don't fix the hole in my sole
For the shoe can be replaced
I can walk a mile, tread softly on the sole
Avoid the puddles and pebbles
The thorns
Deftly reaching my destination
Lord, fill the hole in my soul
That life has dug deep, lord
Make me feel whole again
Let me steep in your love
Like a tea-bag, Lord
Lord, I know the hole in my belly,
In my shoe, in my clothes
Is only temporary
But the hole in my soul
Is taking it's toll, Lord
Fill it, Lord I pray
Copyright © Terence Msuku | Year Posted 2017
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