I hang my head
To think that
We children of prayer
Kneel in selfishness to pray,
And, relentlessly beseech our wants
More than our needs;
But, then attend to our needs by begging
When our moments grow dark.
And also…
That we save our
Appreciation and thanks for last,
And, worship in spirit, with love, very little
If even we remember at all.
8-8-06
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