Simple Prayer_03


I said a prayer

And the Lord knows it’s true

For the times of tension

Sickness & blues

 

Feelings of guilt

Sin & Shame

Are all a part

Of our game

 

This life we lead

Needs to be told

For everyone’s soul

Is on the hold

 

Living till death

We do our part

For heaven and earth

Are far apart

- Yvonne Fernandes
(written on 7 Nov, 2000)

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