Pray for me
I wish you would Pray for me I used up all my prayers For you Won’t you pray for me Like I prayed for you? You see I prayed so much for you I ran out of prayers So please say Dear God That’s a good start Pray for me the way I pray Sincere, true, and flawless When I pray I say thank you Deep down I know God is sick of I’m sorry From me So I pray for you For me For them For Grace I pray and say Dear God Help me help others Help me be good Help me be grateful After I pray for you But you see I have used up all my prayers To save you I pray Love Frees you from Power Greed Expansion Violence I pray for light to shine When I was afraid of the dark I prayed When I realized me I prayed I change when I pray for forgiveness For you I have no room to pray for you So many people require prayers I pray too much for you on repeat Prayers are precious and I need to pray For them Won’t you pray for me? If you won’t pray for you Won’t you pray for me? If you won’t pray for me Won’t you pray for them? If you won’t pray for them Pray for you I took my prayer off repeat. I wish you would all pray Because I can’t pray for you.
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Michael Can Sing
It was recently revealed to me that my nephew, Michael, can sing. That within him lies a vocal musical instrument, pleasing to the human ear. Tenor tenacity sweetened by him. Come to think of it, he’s been singing several songs since entering the world. Immediately his newborn face featured wisdom; wrinkled like a senescent man. He sang sagacity. As his face smoothed, his songs amplified. Oceanic eyes drown me in love. A long time ago, I cradled him on stone steps. under the shining moon. Sweet melodies radiated from him, his small hands around my fingers. All of a sudden, his eye-song watered my withering heart and it bloomed. He sings love. Michael can sing, Astonishing I never knew before. Laughter lingered unexpectedly, still remains. Infant, toddler, child, teenager all mimic moments of comic relief- Spaghetti sauce, silly steps, epic impersonations, contorted twists, babbling bottles, mischievous mayhem. Michael sings entertainment. Michael can sing. Feelings engulf him. Radioactive radar senses vibrate within him- ferocious frequencies he feels and fears. Faces them valiantly. Michal sings courage. Michael can sing, Remarkable no one realized until now. Creative and rhythmic percussion resound from skin, wood, metal. His fingers guiding sound through sticks. Coaxed by friends, he is, to drum-drive their dance. Michael sings rhythm. Michael can sing. A growing teenager, so tall he bends to hug me. Filled with talent. Gave John a voice in Peter Pan’s play, flew across the room. Hummed a kiss to his new girlfriend, the audience, and me in Georgia. Michael sings sweet songs on stage. Michael can sing and he sings. He always has and he always will. Michael can sing- a tenacious tenor for all to hear. |
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