Prayer for a Girl

This isn’t the best poem technically, but the words came true, which is more than I can say for any of the words I have written on love or other topics. They came true, because we have a God Who cares about our well-being. I thank Him for that. The girl I prayed for, and the girl many of my friends prayed for, is recovering. She was diagnosed with liver cancer and given days to live.

Let us continue to pray for her, and remember when we combine our faith with the promises of the Lord, miracles happen.

Prayer for a Girl

Lord,

This prayer is for a girl I do not know,
who lays ill ten thousand miles away.
I shall mark my words with Yours alone,
for They are the author of my faith.

It says in our Book it shall be a sign,
of Your love for us, and eternal truth,
that we may lay hands upon the dying,
and see their bodies awaken, and renewed.

Oh Lord, as I am now in a far off land.
I cannot be there to touch her on the face.
So I’ll send this note of my hand,
To touch her. Please honor this faith.

The Sun will come

I am the morning and the light blue sky,
which begs for a new day.
My clouds have formed at proper heights,
and my winds know all their ways.

So draw near to me, right now, I pray -
Or take your time. – Just come.
For I am the morning. Here I wait.
Because each morning needs the Sun.

Leaves

Dear Friend,

It has been four months since your last note,
While I have written you each day,
With words formed from a belief, and hope -
that hope is worth the wait.

But if these notes have been quite vague,
And if our words are through,
Then here are these leaves, I hope they say,
What my words could never do.

Write me.

Please.
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Providence

In the beginning God made a tree,
and it grew into the sky.
In time it had son and daughter seeds,
before it fell and died.

And each of these grew tall and green,
and on and on this went,
until a man cut one down for me,
and now I write on it.

Thank You.

Forgiveness

Father,

Please read this note I write,,
and forgive the sins I’ve done,
Fill my heart with love tonight.
For You are All, and I am none.

Son,

Now I shall write a note for you.
which lists the sins upon your name,
all those wrongs which you knew -
and for which you alone must pay.

I shall start from your first dawn,
until I arrive upon this very night.

And while this poem stretches on -
the words will be in white.