Prayer Poem by Logan Fulk

Gentle as an ocean breeze
We get down on our hands and knees
We pray right by the seven seas
Silently hoping that heaven sees

We watch as the heaven light shines
We creep around the fires in our way
We release our bad thoughts dark as wine
And shine brighter & brighter every new day

A holy path of hopes guide us
The path of the lost cannot subside
The satanic worshipers cannot deny us
We are saints who take life in strides