Show Me How To Pray
I did not go to church today,
I just couldn’t find it in my heart to pray.
Oh, I could try and find some explanatory excuse,
but let’s face it, I didn’t want to go
that’s the truth.
I went before because I want so to believe,
but every Sunday,
that goal is unachieved.
Perhaps my prayers are unheard,
not what they should be,
as my soul is blurred.
I want to speak Lord.
do my prayers speak some non harmonic chord?
I cannot help but question that you’re there.
I’ve said the Our Father over and again,
the repetition is unclear and seems all pretend,
surely there are better words.
I seek to know the how, the why, the where
I am continually searching, reaching listening,
but feeling nothing but guilty conscience here.
Perhaps Lord, you could come and show me,
Show me what to say.
Show me how to pray.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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