I ain't tired being a human
life's a gift my Lord gave me,
But if I need to be something
I think, a prayer I'd like to be.
A prayer that escapes those lips
innocent, parched, hopeful, eager,
All sorts of prayers long or short
sweet, sour, cumbersome, meager.
To meet the Lord may take time
but I shall wait for my turn,
Since, in form of being heard
people would await my return.
After reverting back to where I began
carrying Lord's message,
Having met impatient hearts
I'll set on another voyage.
And if at all Lord doesn't send with me
what people have been waiting for,
I'll escape their lips as another prayer
and knock again on Thy door.
Author notes
a beautiful journey where i see the Lord each time He listens to a prayer.
In a list
A contest entry
- Instead of a Human... by Rianna Bear.
600 points, ended April 17, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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That was very sweet, though not an inanimate object, but a very nice and soft poem. I enjoyed it very much. thank you for sharing and for your entry!
*R
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