Fine tune me, Lord.
Set all of my controls.
I need your input,
my impulses are real bold.
Turn my dials, oh God.
Flip me on and off.
Fine tune me please Lord,
upon You I place this demand.
I'm needing You to do
what only You can.
Refresh me; oil lube me, too.
I've got issues...
But, I'll be good
when You are through.
Often times I'm out of whack,
I'm no good, when alone on the rack.
If You adjust me
and get me in tune,
I'll be ready for Your return;
I know You're coming soon.
Intensity of desire
is what I now have.
Set my desire on fire
with Your soothing salve.
A contest entry
- Have you ever... by Age of Rain.
1300 points, ended July 31, 2008, 57 entries
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Comments
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Very creative and well written in depth and prayer...I have felt this way often in life and he always comes through...everyone needs adjusted once in ahwile, to keep us on the right track...
Nicely done!
mystic
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Okay. This was really weird. In a good way. I don't think I've ever heard 'God' and 'Lube' in one poem together outside of Erotica. *laughs* This was well writ! Best of luck!
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a good piece that speaks in prayer to the lord - ah we all get out of whack at times in our crazy lives, that is normal.
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Yes, the proverbial-out of whack hahaha some of us more than others, I know that I am a riotlol
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