The Way I Pray Poem by Donna Secrest

In the morning before my feet hit the floor
I reach deep down to my core
And I pray Father in heaven my guarantor
Walk with me along the shore
Make sure it's safe for me, a place where I can soar
I pray dear lord throughout my day a continual out pour
Within my day long prayer are other prayers of soldiers in wars
From Baltimore to El Salvador
And prayers for little children not wanted any more
Or Things that just need accounted for
And for our flag they burned and tore
I pray about the shootings and the world's uproar
I ask for forgiveness because I swore
And that, I may pay for
It goes on and on, no it isn't a chore
For anything I have lost he can restore
And I pray soon he shall be knocking at my door...