I Pray Thee Poem by Meetika Srivastava

I Pray Thee



In the wilderness of deep dark thoughts and worst fears; I tread the path not known in quest of the light of hope. May Lord give peace to my troubled soul; bless me with the eternal bliss, pour down rain to wash away my tears; break the shackles and strike my fears.

Monday, December 7, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,hope,light,may,peace,rain,tears
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