Seven Days
S even Days without prayer,
E ventually makes one week.
V exation finally takes it's toll,
E xistence here becomes bleak.
N ever talking with your God,
D oesn't help a bit,
A nd you sit in self defeat,
Y ou simply brood and sit.
S even Days without prayer.
S even Days without prayer,
E ventually makes one weak.
V ent it, simply let it out,
E xpound on it, just speak.
N ever just forget to pray.
D on't let it slip away.
A lways take a little time.
Y ou need it every day.
S even Days of Prayer.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2019
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