Prayer
My soul is willing,
on my knees kneeling.
We try to touch God,
sending our word abroad.
Believing with our heart,
the lord to impart.
His answer is there,
the angels being aware.
Delivered to his fold,
this shepherd foretold.
So when you pray,
he will always say.
Be humble and believe,
for blessings you will recieve.
Copyright © John Aaron Green | Year Posted 2011
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