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A Prayer in Prose

Excerpts of a Distressed Prayer – 2011

Part I

My soul is grieved within me.
Where is my hope, my joy, my peace?
For all I see is vanity. All I do is vanity.

What do I long for, more than the peace
of God that passeth understanding?

Even the wicked cry to God at times.
So why not I, why can’t I cry?
I am His child.

Where must I run?
What should I do?
What hope do I have for the hope that is true?

My heart is burdened,
my spirit even vexed.
Do I have a right to be troubled and upset?

It seems I need a word from You.
It seems I need a visit from You.
For all I want is just to please You.
I really do.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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