Supplicant
"And help to cure them"
The religious devotee prays
"Let them know peace
Throughout their days"
Head bowed and hands clasped
In pious supplication
She feels the love
Of holy exultation
Her God is her reason,
Her sustenance, her very breath
Her past and her future
Her life, her eventual death
She believes wholeheartedly
That she is part of God's Plan
To bear the sins of His children
In every way that she can
When she is called
To sit at God's side
She will pass-on happily
Knowing that she tried
To always do
The best that she could:
To do no soul harm,
To always do good
She is confident of finding favour
When Judgement on her is passed
Only then will she be sent to
Her eternal rest at long last.
Until that day comes
She offers-up her prayers and her tears
And knows in her heart
That her God always hears.
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