This is certainly my fight,
One that causes fright,
Alone in the night,
Dueling for daylight.
They say I must pray,
In order to find my way,
Then I will see that day,
When most problems go way.
I will not fix this hardship with prayer,
Not because I do not dare,
It’s due to an issue I feel I must bear,
Too many self-prayers are like a swear,
So I spare my prayers for the really unfair.
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I prepare for warfare with myself and the world.
In my foxhole—God is watching,
Yet I will not ask for his help.
This is my battle that must be fought alone,
As I take responsibility for my own mistakes,
And own up to fix my mess caused by imperfect humans.
Too many prayers have went unanswered,
Like curse words that are used daily.
I will swim the coldest waters,
Walk the hottest deserts,
Hike the most dangerous swamps,
And still not say a prayer.
My prayers are saved for the needy,
Such as the poor and people living in persecution.
- Author: Survivor48 ( Offline)
- Published: June 14th, 2016 06:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I thought this topic would be good in rhyming and free verse, so I did both.
- Category: Unclassified
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