Whenever I need to talk
To someone
I pray
Whenever I feel utterly
Lost and alone
I pray
Prayer
Is the lifeline
I grasp onto
As I traverse
This world
Prayer
Standing or on my knees
Eyes open or close
Is my conversation
With You
Essential as the very
Air I breathe
Prayer
Oh, Lord
Hear mine today
***
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Yes, Ann, our very breath is a prayer to Him. How sweet it is to commune with the Lover of our Soul.
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Yes, and amen to that! :)
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When I really feel alone
I pick up a Thompson gun,
a real loud way I can atone
while I am still having fun.
I figure that the God who went
and whipped the merchants in the temple
will know what I mean and meant,
and giving grace, will find it ample
to hear what’s on a dull thug mind,
that I need to do much better,
and in muzzle-blast will find
more than in illiterate letter
about a man who’s really flawed,
but in his heart, still yearns for God.
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This is beautiful Carrie.
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Beautiful prayer.
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