When prayer is said
It comes from a wounded heart
Period trouble is all we face
Forbidden the path we once trade
Beckoning on holiness with a distilled mind
A search for the creators hub
Entangle with words and wish
Wounded our spirit as we weep
Begging our sins be wiped away
Miracle we dig so deep
When prayer is said
In silence we involve in a holy communique
Relating to spirit force
Luring angels our way
To help lift our needs as prayed
Repentance a narrow escape
A path we all undertake
Cleansing of mind from hate
Prayer a communion observed by faith
Rendering an oath & decision afresh
Our voice in rent for rendition.
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