Dear lord there is so much to
say
But first let me just kneel so i can
Pray
Like a pilgrims compass my life seeks
Direction
And earth seems to be occurring but i pay
No attention
I feel so trap now like dust skipping in a
Vase
And my dearest emotions are running in a
Mase
I walk this journey but my steps seems so faded
And the spices of life has my appetite jaded
Staring at the footprints in the sand absent of my size
lord you carried my burdens your strength became mines
then the eternal verites of life shoots in my mind like a holy gun
I wake i breathe life into my lungs i stare
At the sun
If i am guilty of not being grateful lord let your words be done
The genisis of my prayer was me seeking
Your humble reply
Now Lingering remembrance of the lost souls parading in the sky
Help me now to appreciate life humble gestures
Balancing faith and grace to the weight
It measures
Lord if i mourn what my eyes don't behold
Help me to remember my blessings raining down Showers of gold ??
Categories:
verites, prayer,
Form: Rhyme