Grace

arobot

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 Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2020 11:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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