Monday, August 12, 2013

A Prayer, 7.29.13

What am I supposed to want
How am I to pray
Can I hear your voice, oh Lord
Before I pass away?

Where am I to lay my head
Which way shall I walk
How do I honor you, my God
In all my daily talk?

Questions spin around me
Your answers find I none
But still I'm pushing forward
Until this race is won.

2 comments:

  1. Yes, so often it is hard to hear, hard to obey. The more we do press on ahead, the more we beg for the crumbs, accepting His word, the more we hear.

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  2. "Your answers find I none" . . . at first I was going to try to help you find a better way to do that line, but I think it needs to be left the way it is - it draws attention - - - and should. I like this poem. It speaks for me.

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