Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Lyric

Prayer of An Immigrant

God, only to you I bow, you’re my King;
And for me, there will be no other king.

You have bestowed me a new life;
You’ve given me a pretty wife.

You’ve gifted me a silver quill;
It brings love, peace, and joy, so real.

You’ve led me from great darkness to light;
And the sun, now, is shining so bright. 

I am now rich, for I have you in my life;
You’ve strengthened me, against strife.

But, here I ask, before you take me; 
I’ve a dream that I wanted to see.

I shouldn’t be asking this, O Lord,
For I’ve everything that money can’t afford.

O Lord, You, I should be praising and thanking
More material things, I should not be asking

But please, if it’s not hard enough for you;
I really want to see my dream come true.

Thou, I know in your Heavenly abode I’ll reside,
For you did promise me that I will be on your side.

Yet, on this earth, O my Lord, you created places…
So beautiful and I crave to see its faces.

Let me see Canada, Australia or America,
As you’ve let me see Europa, Russia and Africa.

I beg you; oh, please give their Consuls a good heart;
Without your blessing, from Athens, I can’t depart.

All these, I ask, including the forgiveness of my sin,
Only in the name of my Savior Jesus Christ. Amin.

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