The Lament Poem by Adam F. Misterka

Oh my God, Master of Universe
I am praying to you in this verse,
I am looking to you for justice,
I am looking to you for mercy
Being myself with you in truth and peace
For real, —no just delinquency. Oh my God we are not perfect though
You make such before and now
You design this what we think and do
Prone to the faults in our living
A simple one, creation of You
Because you are all of all giving . . . I never did any of the crime
True, I might abuse Yours law and mine,
But I'm carry giving task of life
On the your will Passing to us through,
Give me the means ot follow it right
With strength and faith whatever I do . . . Oh my God I am no question You
What all the humans race must go through:
But giving life you father to us
Them you father of fathers to me
In that amazing endless mass
Universe, You odd to care and see. To you I pray for me and all
To You I send from the heart my call,
Speed the progress of the human's mind
And bring the heaven on Earth at last
Under love rule and heavenly guide
Before life purpose became all lost. Oh my God, Master of Universe
I do trust You at my worst or best,
But fear for the men who forgotten You
And playing gods on beautiful globe
Treat you like nothing, like being through
To step on earth Lord once more please, please
To spare and save all your sown crop.