I know that you can’t see Him,
or comprehend His Ways.
I know you cannot hear Him,
think : just a girl who prays.
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I know you think: misguided,
her life has made her so.
But,
you know what,
it matters not,
Jesus loves me so.
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We meet at different places,
some values intertwine,
but shallow is the moment
compared with the Divine.
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I can’t seem to reach you,
or help you understand.
There’s more, much more,
than here and now.
Everything was planned.
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In my heart such sadness,
for those who cannot see.
Enslaved in worldly madness,
while The Truth would set you free.
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Short,
so short,
the passing days.
Needs and wants, and stuff.
The rich die young,
their song unsung
and never have enough.
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Gods riches are Eternal.
His promises are true
His Love so unconditional,
with Grace for all we do.
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I pray for those who cannot see,
Have no ears to hear.
I pray that God will shine from me,
draw them ever near.
I pray somehow,
some way,
some Light
can spark a little glow.
That poor misguided praying girl,
God would have you know.
A well- composed and faith-centred poem on the power of prayer and the benevolence of God.
Thank you.
The casual reader will be pleased to discover another finely crafted Faith-centered work that is so much this author’s metier.
Thank you Louis.