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          POEMS - 2006 - Prayer



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          PRAYER


          And there it was,

          A need so great,

          I could not leave,

          It up to fate.


          So to my knees,

          With steeple hands,

          I told the Lord,

          My urgent plans.


          I laid it out,

          The whole mistake,

          I pled my cause,

          In His name’s sake.


          I told Him how,

          He was so great,

          How that I knew,

          T’was not too late.


          How only if,

          He acted now,

          I sure would make,

          A solemn vow.


          I poured my heart,

          Out on the seat,

          Of mercy where,

          The Lord so sweet.


          Said, “Don’t you know?

          The words you pray,

          Are filtered through,

          ALL … the words you say?


          I don’t just hear,

          A chosen few,

          Mock piety,

          From a sacred pew.


          For all your words,

          To friend and foe,

          Are measured here,

          Not just below.


          For if you fall,

          You give a sign,

          That lets me know,

          Just who is mine.


          And if you rise,

          You choose a side,

          The inner self,

          You cannot hide.


          So make your prayers,

          Of honest verse,

          For if you lie,

          You make it worse.


          Which shall I choose,

          Which shall it be?

          Words from your life?

          Or from bended knee?”


          Sheila Willar  -  February 7, 2006



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          Matthew 15:8 (KJV)


          This people draw nigh unto me

          with their mouth,

          And honour me with their lips;

          But their heart is far from me.








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