Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

When I Pray


WHEN I PRAY

When I pray
I know there is God
Who listens and answers

When I pray
I am with God

When I pray I believe in prayer
When I pray my whole soul is with me

When I pray
I know God will help me

When I pray
God listens to my prayer

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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  • Roseann Shawiak (8/26/2013 1:11:00 AM)

    Repeating the words when I pray over and over distracts from the poem's meaning. Try combining the lines.
    When I pray I know there is a God who listens and answers. I am with God and I believe in prayer with my whole soul. Something along those lines. Really like this poem's idea. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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