My Sabbath Prayer - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
People prayers asks from you guidance; their lusts cries are for world gifts: its delights by them to be had.
Comments spoken as right with their self proclaims of assurances; tears they hide: 'Oh God, help me, please'.
Week total has 168 hours in sum up, let's subtract good as bad virtues in its span: log tasks by those deeds.
From 168 hours 40 is at job (128) , us back and forth to jobs 20 (108) , ease 58 (50) and sleep 48 (2) : two to God.
I frightened by conclusion, an assault with unpleasing intentions telling realities: I'm just as bad as them.
Us not worthy God's help, He left us to rule, I among kin await Him; I judge not them: 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; I walk between light and dark.
No voice only obligation by done tasks; I accomplish jobs defined by acts: I till out tares among man.
I'm a jester tumbling in thoughts, coming apart seemingly to others, recall in echo: footstep unheard.
I 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 truth presented by me, a request I ask You not it being of self gain: it a 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, my desire had in endless everlasting waves.
Prayer for misgivings, our acts upon others, said ill intents; us not see wolves 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 roam heights, it 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, I in its nobility upon its arrival; back at least to stand: I in new city gate.
My Sabbath Prayer.
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