My hands clasped together in thought
To a spiritual answer I had sought.
One day without a prayer
Makes ones living bleak,
Two days without prayer
Makes a soul meek.
How long spiritually could a man last
Without speaking to God how could we fast.
Three days without a prayer
Into desolation we take a peek,
Four days without prayer
Temptation we then begin to seek.
All man hungers, but not always for food
His soul also needs to be fed and renewed.
Five days without a prayer
With loss we begin to reek,
Six days without prayer
We don't turn the other cheek.
Here stands a man who is broke
When he denied his devotion to God to be spoke.
Sin is found without prayer
To which in shame I will speak,
Seven days without a prayer
Makes one weak.
Randy L. McClave
I loved everything about this poem, a profound topic, beautiful and thoughtful scripting and a powerful ending. With only grace we sail through each day, and prayers are our only tool..... Wonderful! ! ! ! 10+++
Thank you for reading my poem, and thank you for your comment. Randy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Apart from active faith, or at least an in-depth history of it, a poet couldn't pen this wisdom.
Thank you reading my poem.... :) Randy