Hallowed Be Thy Name (Unanswered Prayers..( Poem by James McLain

Merciful Father

Hear my plea


Heavenly Father,

Those days were dangerous as much of the known world
was controlled by women who wished not of -is it poetry
to roam thier land free with it's will to use it's tongue.
They planed and schemed to harbor it is in thier ports and
harbors..it is loved the attention not the conflict.


Wisdom was your hand that guided it's tongue in all your
ways
merciful is she whom comforts it's head saith it in whims
bosom upon which it rests hear her moan.

Thanks be thine for endless wine from her well of truth known
here and in the hereafter.May the source of her well be kept
secret until it is can fetch more of it.

Merciful compassion in temperance for guiding it's stays within
your holiest of inns spread through the land upon sheets counted
seven hundred and twenty one bliss was it is in to deep of she in
her sleep some one pry with thier bar and give it a break.

For riches in tongue buds to taste flavor's words in water which
leaps strait to you from it's heart.
Heart of hearts in your mind it does beat manta of honey never
money did it need.

Merciful mind that hears without ears grant it's prayers year after
year keep it here.

It is roamed wide and free invisible in the cloak of himself whom watches to satisfy substance at it's source.



Letter one from the apostle.. is..) it(..poetry...

Letter: one page one
Date: 675-590..B.C.
Source: Clay pot