Prayer Poem by Lawrence Frankpitt Fearby

Ye powers attribute to prayer

Rebuke the smiling, doubting stare

That will be cast by smug content

Who'll deem your woman's sentiment.



Despite those hypocrites who go

To Church parading all their show

They mock the Christian faith, I fear.

But all are free to enter here.



In practice must all virtue lie?

Not in a meekness of the eye

Not in displays of worldly wealth

But subjugation of the self?



Can he who lives for self alone

Believe in God the great unknown?

Or that his smallest wish or whim

Could come to pass because of Him?



‘Tis said of faith ‘twill mountains move

And doubting we can never prove

Yet many men are healed still

By faith alone in physic's skill



Repentance though it cancel naught

Will firmly plant the mortal thought;

Have faith repudiate your sin

Ne'er let corruption rot within.



Thus falling to depths of dull despair

A solace find in patient prayer

And kneeling humbly upon the knee

Pour out your heart felt misery.



Thus God destroy, obliterate.

Persuade the mass that all is fate

That Christian virtue nothing gains

To erring man what hope remains