Kathryn Tyler King

Rookie - 83 Points (03/24/1946 / Ann Arbor, Michigan)

A Prayer For My Parents - Poem by Kathryn Tyler King

Dear Lord why must it be so hard
For my folks to see You living in me?
Does the battle but come only to retard
The love You have for them if they'd see.

There once was understanding among us
Because all we knew was life here no more.
Yet that intimate time I came with no fuss
And brought new light never known nor,

Never thought to belong to me unrighteous,
the gift of Your Spirit that walks in me daily.
What must it take for my dad's intelligence
to come finally to those things unseen mainly,

So that Your permissive will remains despite
man's stubbornness, self-will and ungodliness.
Why is it so hard for him to give up his might,
so he can enjoy freedom from helplessness?

Mother does have faith in You I know,
yet still she holds on to her own strength.
She does those things she wants to throw
to Your feet but relies upon herself at length.

Lord those things which seem unimportant
Cause strife and arguments of disbelief.
Please forgive me for such a stupid front
to be your servant yet allowing no relief,

That at these times I allow only myself
To take control of the situation and not You.
Then there is no love for love isn't self
But kind and patient which glorifies You.

Father, bring me to understanding my folks,
that myself be not entering my thoughts,
as to cause such revolting and ungodly faults
to arise from a sinful and impure mouth jolts
of unkind words and unhealthy longings.

The problem seems that Your Spirit rails
Against the wickedness said but not seen.
His thoughts are only of this world fled
in tumultuous and yet hopeful gales
that blow upon a worldly wisdom's awnings.

Isn't it funny or is it something quite sad
Like the time Jesus looked upon Jerusalem
and cried for the city and also for them
that live each day perhaps sinfully glad
that God didn't reach their life's dawning.

What is there to believe like he said once
if He can't really help people when they pray.
Well, could it be they've thought only of themselves
who expect God to give them their ounce
or their share in treasure not for pawning?

Your treasure is more than money and wealth,
known only to be what man only craves.
For from the time of birth he (devil) deprives
the young of Your spiritual life and wealth
that comes with self denial of self longings.

Topic(s) of this poem: family

Form: Lament

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A prayer for parent's salvation.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 3, 2017

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