Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 383 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

My Sabbath Prayer - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

People prayers asks from you guidance; their cries are for world gifts lusts: its delights to be had.

Comments spoken as right with their self proclaims of assurances; hide tears: 'Oh God, help me, please'.

Week total has 168 hours in sum up, let's subtract virtues in its time span: log tasks by those deeds.

From 168 hours 40 at job (128) , back and forth jobs 20 (108) , ease 58 (50) and sleep 48 (2) : two to God.

Frightened by conclusion an assault with unpleasing intentions telling realities: I'm just as bad as them.

Not worthy God's help, He left us to rule ourselves, I among kin await Him; I judge not: I'm not as, lost.

I in form same as them all in aims to do best, I rule myself handling my woes: me all times paused to die.

Servant to serve throne, I conduct tasks at hand lies unfold to known; walking between light and dark.

No voice only obligation in done tasks; I accomplish jobs defined by acts: I till out tares among man.

I'm a jester tumbling in thoughts,  coming apart so seemingly to others, recall in echo: footstep unheard.

Ignore fright nightmares, ghoul's bites given on low back; I to stand here after events: proof of that.

I'm in death final conflict to survive its outcome, I set my comprehension safe in God; I want help.

All said in this given truth presented by me, request I ask You not it being of self gain: it sole want for me.

I pray to heavens asks for everyone happiness, love reborn in care: a request given to have peace today.

My prayer not for months or year, it serving for all eternity, desire I have in endless everlasting waves.

Prayer for misgivings our acts upon others, said ill intents; not see wolves us in unrighteous meadow.

I pray for droplets to fall from heaven, seed earth to be flourished; events in given seasonal place.

Sunrays above things that grow, fruit tree rows lined along with delicious crisp greens, and herbs to stay.

Love heard through hills to roam heights, venture valleys: unions producing babies crying as reaps.

I wish sounds yielded with happiness, faith laughter as fact known: not I found in fear need to be rescued.

Not I to be alone by myself confused, no certainties to discover myself in lies: so I can view actuality.

I wish all my endeavors to protect the meek from con man unjust plays: I by this serve throne as well.

I wish the existence hosts to be happy with set well being; them all safe from death: doubt and fear.

In sum up me to be there, found in its nobility upon its arrival; back at least to stand: I in new city gate.

My Sabbath Prayer.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith, worship

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Note. Chapter Project Endurance; Hopes: Everyone needs faith, be it science assurances in doctrines they are right, God thoughts of life flesh can not perceive because they are prisoners under restrictions too weak to set themselves free or self which is exactly what you know: we need belief.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 8, 2016


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