A November Prayer
If only my spirit could pray tonight;
I wonder what I would say;
perhaps I’d ask that you make it right;
and take all my sins away.
My thoughts swell with those that I love;
and even a few I’d forgotten;
please bend your ear; from heaven above;
I am the least of the begotten.
If I were able to pray; I’d pray for truth;
tho my words diminish my thought;
my withering flesh reaches out for proof;
ignoring the wisdom you’ve taught.
In spite of my weakness; I know you’re there;
I can feel you inside of me;
I can sense the intensity; how much you care;
by giving me eyes to see.
Although I am old; and most often forget;
you’ve given me words to share;
such a great gift leaves me in your debt;
by proving how much you care.
For all that you’ve given; I’ve little to show;
my faith often hangs like a thread;
there’s so very much, I want you to know;
but I mumble and stumble, instead.
Although I’m unworthy to see your face;
I thank you for my sorrows and strife;
I now stand innocent; saved by your grace;
Lord, thank you for giving me life.
Monty 11/2/24. # 2,420