My Father oh my Father
I don't want to work any harder
My whole life is nothing but bothers
Yet I'll accept no other title rather
Than a faithful son on whom you can rely
I'm on my knees hear my cry
Leave me not to struggle and die
When upon You I truly rely
Hear me heavenly Father
Move the line that borders
Between Thee and me
If only there is truly such a line
Could it be to cut me from Thy vine
Consider me and help me to get by
I'm on my knees hear my cry
Leave me not to struggle and die
When upon You I truly rely
My Father oh my Father
Must you not take a look farther
You need to see my situation
I'm much like a ship in mid ocean
That's having trouble with its sails
I'm on my knees listen to my cry
Leave me not to struggle and die
When upon You I truly rely.
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in like with your prayers and thought's on god. i also have written a prayer. titled The Dish Washer's Prayer i hope you may give it a read.
Dear Clarence, Your poem is a true prayer to the Lord! I' m happy to know you and dedicate my new poem September, to you who were born in september!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i wonder who is speaking. Jesus (the man-god OR the Son of God) , or some non-god human in need of help? ? ? like the bit of rhyming you've used. i'll use this in Section B of October's 'a showcase for PH poets'. thanks for letting me use it; i didn't have to ask, did i? ? bri :)