Jesus Of My Childhood Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Jesus Of My Childhood
I find myself praying to Jesus
When once again
I’m lost in an unsympathetic city
Feeling lovelorn and alone
Or utterly disgusted with myself
For some abandonment or abuse
Of a fragile and beautiful friend.
Certain days are drunk in the daylight,
Certain attitudes are vile and disgraceful,
Certain failures in matters of faithfulness
Destroy the soul.
I’m walking by a park where I played
When I had an innocent heart.
Drifting back to a happier time,
I’ve got tears in both my eyes
And I’m praying to the Jesus of my childhood
Very touching. We are not forgotten. I am sure that the Jesus of our chiildhood hears our prayers. Take care. As always, Sandra
Beautiful poem, Uriah. I, too, find myself doing this every now and again.; -) S
tells me of myself I’ve got tears in both my eyes And I’m praying to the Jesus of my childhood
Jesus of our childhood looks more like our mothers or our fathers. I heard someone say that. beautiful poem Uriah.
Hi Allan, thanks for your kind words. I have both positive and negative thoughts when it comes to religion, but religion can be very poetic and uplifting when properly used, so it is important to me. The name Uriah is biblical and means of light of God, I've been told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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uriah i dont think i've come across your first name before it is very unusual i like your poem you show promise as a poet are you swayed by things religious warm regards AJS