A Clown's Prayer

A Clown’s Prayer

Dear Lord; I thank you for another day;
allowing my thoughts, cross your path;
I’m always stumbling over what to say;
fearing my ignorance; brings your wrath.

I am the baby; who keeps falling down;
become an adult; unable to discern;
to you, Lord; I must look like a clown;
send wisdom; that I might learn.

Many, I love; have gone on before me;
but, I still remain; yet today;
Lord, may your omnipotence restore me;
for there is so much to say.

You have given your thoughts as a gift;
for those, in sin; about to drown;
thoughts that give their spirits a lift;
entrusted to an unworthy clown.

Grant me wisdom and love for a season;
I have failed in so many earthly tasks;
only you Lord, can define your reason;
I only pray this season shall last.

All your thoughts, are framed in perfection;
while I still remain deeply flawed.
I, who am love’s prodigal of rejection;
stand; totally amazed and awed.

May I be faithful to words, you’ve given;
even tho I’ve been destiny’s clown;
may all my unworthiness be forgiven;
my words; be yours, handed down.

Monty 1/20/24. # 1,935