So Prayerful, So Powerful

Before the altar he kneels praying His soul steams dollar desire mixing with words of prayer Sandals, Jesus-like in the feet around neck, golden cross cathedral built with martyrs’ bones and he called unto the Lord; “Holy, holy Lord of the world listen to my prayers; and petitions of your people I stand here for Passports, visas, fat jobs, spouses Give them Lord, money, honey let them enjoy the world created and when you call them, heaven And your servant before you, best vehicle, houses, plots, love to help the poor and the needy as you know a cook eats no bones Take me to Rome, holy lands so that the people I serve here may know how much you love me”