My Prayer To God (5-25-20) Poem by Maymay Marie

O, Lord, as I look at widely to the enormous beauty,
You created artistically and diligently,
I thank You for another day, breath, and eyes to see the earth movements,
I know You have Your purpose for everything that comes.
Dear Lord, I am sorry for I am forgetful,
To think, say and do Your ways, sometimes, no call,
I am straightforward, impulsive, loquacious, and easy to fall.
When I am driven by pride, anger, lies, lust and pessimism rust,
Remind me of Your Word, hardships that You helped me through passed,
That Faith that I hold, sometimes forgotten, but carried with negativeness chain,
A mix of doubts, despair, bitterness and fear rain.
I know then that when I try to wander without Your Hand,
I may beset with fiery darts enemy wand.
He wants me to fail, discouraged, inactive to Your mission drill.
Father, You know my work, family, friends, dreams and love life cry,
I bring them to Your Hand set time will, no wry,
You know my thoughts, talks and deeds hidden,
Not perfect, yet at the end I tell You everything, no secret sin.
I am strong when I call You instantly,
I am wise when I call You diligently,
I can smile in the midst of storm, when I call You consistently,
I can do all things, when I trust You wholeheartedly.
Now, when I toil with wordly affairs,
No time for Your Work Dears,
You give me tests, chastisements, reminders, signs,
To let me see my deeds in Your Word, my Mirror lines.
Here I am sickly at times, have pains and baggage to face,
Yet, You never failed to give Your Grace,
At times, when needs arise in season dry,
Your Hand always use a way, an event, folks to comply.
Now, I know it is my duty to share,
Your Word, my testimonies to Folks Dear,
So I use the pen to show them my pain, Your way,
Telling them things I experienced miraculously in tray.
But behind these, my word is being tested at all times,
proving who I am, they bully, the talks rhymes,
Faith, love, passion and grace belong to You,
You are the Master of life, The God, the True.