My Sabbath Prayer Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Newborn, feeds, for any gift, to end man's needs, plea, forgives evil acts of, tills ills plants God seeds; stops: a plan pain deeds.

Baby see darkness, nears a tall wall, covers, rejects sleep, into a God's hall, took it, walk a small infant go along: a faith's route.

A child, humbles himself, mumbles words, request voicing of this, stumbles, tumbles, curls his fingers never falls: all by himself.

Infant, care for the poor, stop poverty, atop hills, grow crop food, pop life; shelters that's safe from winter's chills: in homes.

Raindrops, descent, out heavens, cravens water pins, sent rain soil soaks, wet havens; sighting the babies ravens: at Spring.

People in willingness, tell theories, in realness, state words of God; hear a Greatness of His: them wants fair righteousness.

Folks, cheer, cast to each family in love, toast its to all, smile on faces, to be, under a roast; boast cut tears: death threat fear.

My tum turned, burps to sum it up, at sites arrival, nearer Golden Gate hum become man, Divine City not a bum: my Sabbath Prayer.