Saturday, September 10, 2016

Poetic Bloomings Pick a form


When luck is down, my prayers go up,
And I request He fill my cup.
At times, I feel that I will drown,
My prayers go up, when luck is down.

When feeling blue, I sing to Him,
Thought it may sound so dull and grim.
It’s just a thing, I’ve got to do.
I sing to Him, when feeling blue,

Like after rain, the sun appears
His still small voice comes to my ears
He comforts me in all my pain.
The sun appears, like after rain.

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