Teach me how to pray, Lord.
Teach me how to pray.
In my darkest day, Lord,
When my mind would stray,
Teach me how to pray.
There are days when my thoughts run fast
With future fears and an unpassed past,
When I would moan or I would boast,
In days when I need silence most,
Teach me how to pray.
Chorus.
There are days when words won't come,
When sadness leaves me deaf and numb..
When I forget your welcome way,
Remind me what I need to say;
Teach me how to pray.
Chorus.
Categories:
unpassed, faith, prayer, spiritual,
Form: Lyric
Memories silently glide by behind like little ghosts
Memories become passive figurines playing with my hands like a toy
I find myself sometimes inside the guise of a boy
And I find myself a while engulfed in all these times
Behind the walls of one eyed cupboard doors
For hide and seek: I’ve blocked myself so many times that I just couldn’t reach
All! of this past
And I just cannot breach the breadths of casted open glass
That seems to keep me here
Whereby I connect with you always
Inside my heart you play
Buzz, hand tennis and marble games
Remember Mrs what’s-her-name that kept us late after class?
For our handwriting tests and English grammar left unpassed
Old friend?
Remember the Robin Hood play?
Remember all that we have done, that all seems crystal clear
And all the time, the good times
The times that now have disappeared
As we stand behind the doors of where we once were found
With laughter, cheers, sighs and dropped brows
Good friend and now
Memories silently glide by behind like little ghosts
Categories:
unpassed, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
unwindling deeds sweep through four man's cross
washing away the wrong i have done in tross
over the misty moutian tops i have walked stubbling over all rocks, the loss of
balance knocks
walking in my shoes and gaze around in a look down
i have found that i stand alone on this sacred ground
all messages unpassed clown
openly giving evreything i ever had in my possion
allthough all i have is blind intention
i seperate the emachatude of wisdom an intelect
i was born into toleration and inprisonment
i have strived too for the mercy that was never given or shown
i will not return home for i have long been forgoten
could i should i would i
no
Categories:
unpassed, devotion, faith, hope, lost
Form: Ballad