Urgency Poem by Michael Nkwocha

Urgency

Rating: 5.0


Ah! How poorly You are thought of
who thinks of everyone
adn even when I think of You
it's only for a little while.
My wearying soul tossed here and there
sinks from my weight of cares.
Who but You would lend a wing
me from this depth to lift?
Ah! Come quickly then dear maker God
lest Your poor creature be lost for'er.

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Janell Cressman 01 May 2009

your really good at writing about God! ! ! !

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