The Lord's Prayer Poem by Mishack Mchunu

Dwell I not in the prayers of an intellect mind,
Turgid words uttered with pride, how in vain
Would it be! Vows like chains that seek to bind
The Almighty, so I could make my selfish gain.

As, the sun and the day my pure heart and spirit
Inspire my prayer, the moon and the night my tears
And knees do not completely confine it
But to the divine ears of the Lord it bears!

It is the sight of the blind, voices of the dumb,
Life to the dead! Crystal ball for the hopeless
That is humble with his faithful prayer as the lamb
Food of his soul, will exalt his everlasting happiness!

But lo! How have we diluted the Lord’s Prayer to a habit?
A blessing from Christ to a curse of no ambit!