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Prayer
Dear Lord I won’t worry you with my goings on in this life,
You already know all that is happening with the strife.
Let me reach up instead to the leaf on the grape vine,
So I can dream of sweet tomorrow’s wine.
The blackberries have finally gained a foothold
I tell you the price of those in the stores are like gold.
Your gift of apples is like the greatest command
Dear Lord, let me think of the picker’s hand.
Your sunrise with colors so great vary
They make me forget to be wary,
Or worry about some untold happening
This too gives me senses made for sharpening
My plans can go to the artist’s devotion
To ditto your works of leaf, flower and motion.
While I remember your words by ancient scribes pen,
Tell that of all these things, love is the greatest win
Dear Lord I won’t worry you with my goings on in this life,
You already know all that is happening with the strife.
Let me reach up instead to the leaf on the grape vine,
So I can dream of sweet tomorrow’s wine.
The blackberries have finally gained a foothold
I tell you the price of those in the stores are like gold.
Your gift of apples is like the greatest command
Dear Lord, let me think of the picker’s hand.
Your sunrise with colors so great vary
They make me forget to be wary,
Or worry about some untold happening
This too gives me senses made for sharpening
My plans can go to the artist’s devotion
To ditto your works of leaf, flower and motion.
While I remember your words by ancient scribes pen,
Tell that of all these things, love is the greatest win