Dear Lord Poem by Barnabas Ambila

Dear Lord, am not even worthy to call on your name,
My whole life, I have lived it in shame,
My heart, always yearning for fame,
My fingers always pointing the blame,
My tongue, always spitting the flame.
I got myself tied in this chain,
My deeds cause others pain,
My desires long like a train,
My dreams, going down the drain,
Please don't let me die in vain.
It has been preached down from the clans,
To the famous and even their fans,
That there is always room in your plans,
I pray that you lift all my bans,
And change my cants to cans.
Everyone can see that I am gifted,
Everything I have I was given,
Every hurdle I skipped I was lifted,
All my sins have been forgiven,
And my bills are sorted.
God of all Creation,
As I pray for this nation,