Grace
It is not that I can not afford
Three meals a day in concord
I willingly fast myself on supper
In order to feel the devout hunger
Instead of the morning anorexia
I say in sincerity the Lord’s Prayer
Empty I offer my thanksgiving
For the grace with true feeling
Thank God for giving my daily bread
For my body and inspiration for my head
- Author: arobot ( Offline)
- Published: May 30th, 2020 11:33
- Category: Unclassified
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