Why Me
They’re asking me to pray again
What is it with you people? I sin
The words I say may not work
I would’nt stand a chance of going berserk
What happened to the days
They asked someone else
And prayer like poetry
Taken from the shelf
Faithful to God I call myself
But I require my sins to be something else
I can’t speak in tongues
I don’t have the fire
If I ever made that claim
I would be a liar
I wouldn’t lay hands on anything
Nothing more than doubts is what I’d bring
Yet God is God I know for myself
I acknowledge His presence
Just for my health
Sometimes at home
I kneal down and pray
To say the least not everyday
I’m one of the old ones now
So let us pray
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