O Lord my God, why bother with this prayer
For help, another plea for mercy? Knows It not the way to heaven where my woes Are heard? Or God who hears, do you not care About your slave, your child who offers here His life and love in poem and in prose Upon the penciled page of pain? Propose You not a better way than this to clear My heart from idols, test my being whole, To burn me with the fires that refine, That take my life and wealth and all control Perceived from me? O God who hears, incline Your ear: take not your Spirit from my soul Lest I could not pray this the thousandth time.
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Michael Price - I am a husband, father, poet, and science teacher at a classical Christian school in Memphis, TN. I have three volumes of poetry. New book available now!
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