Sunday, April 24, 2011

Prayer, words strung together,
Imploring and seeking some,
Expressing gratitude rather,
And, generally within one, from.

Beliefs of one’s own, they are,
Whatever or whoever it is,
Of a strength maybe near or far,
Anything that the heart’s eye sees.

Someone above all is felt,
To whom to surrender it all,
The sorrows then begin to melt,
Happiness is in for the long haul.

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