Simple Prayer
A SIMPLE PRAYER
grant this Lord i pray
draw your sword without delay.
slay
fatal flaws of my ways
of deed, thought, every case
that may set Your wrath ablaze
old nick is up to tricks
of his iron bars turn to rust
of his laterite bricks grind to
dust
of his wooden buildups burn to
ash
o Lord, i implore, wash
to white my stained gown
in Your mercy let Your rain
down
to nourish my heart — i seek
Your face—
with love, pardon, and
abundant grace
Copyright © Sarpong Kumankoma | Year Posted 2014
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