The Prayer Book
Lord I came to you empty handed.
No prayer book today.
I ask myself what shall I pray to you
without the help of compositions
written by people much better than I?
I know you do not really care
what I recite from books,
especially when such prayers
are quickly read not meditated,
with distractions all around.
For my mind keeps wandering
on inconsequential things,
or very often concentrated
on frivolous supplications for me.
But now I am at loss.
What should I pray?
Let's see Lord if I can think.
For look, this world is evil.
Please forgive our hardheartedness.
Do not look upon our wrongs,
but rather receive our good.
In this respect O Lord,
I offer you your Son,
His tattered body on the cross,
His royal blood shed to the last drop.
I offer you His Soul and Divinity,
in atonement of our sins
and those of the whole world.
For we are all your children Lord,
and without your help we are mere failures.
There Lord, I can say no more.
Please accept my offering.
And may I hope next time
I won't forget my prayer book?
Or should I?
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