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Let us Pray

By Barb Davidson

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

They sit on pews, their souls to find, In stone cold churches, They scour their minds, The knowledge they would have within, Doesn't come from  being with other men. You cannot pray this knowing way, It comes with light, It comes with day, To talk to god, is no great deal, You only need a heart to feel. He does not want your adoration, Your gifts of stone, Your Sublimation, he asks no more that you would be, As kind to him, as he to me. You'll know the time, when he is there It's when you breathe It's when you care, God is no man, he's you and me He is your soul, so set him free... Barb January, 2002 Written January 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 03:48 AM PST    0 • 13

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