Fortunes come; fortunes go
Summer's Sun, Winter's snow
Lord, how I need you today
grace my attempts at words to pray
my entire life I hand to you
I've wandered too many wrong
paths and avenues
now just receive this tired traveler
just give mercy to this soul who's irregular
my size don't fit the many cut-out shapes
I'm not your average
but please don't forsake
when you get me straight
I'll bring you joy
I'll act all mature
and no more coy
look Lord,
I'm even praying in fancy ryhmes
not that I feel above any of the rest
I just need you more
this I confess
For in matters of the heart and beyond
I'm a mite behind
but of you I'm so fond
when in a dire heap
lonely and afraid
rescue me Lord,
you know I'm almost dead
Lord, I'm resigned to your will
irrevocably tied
I'm united to you
but my beaming flaws
stand out still
I'm inclined to grieve
I am not appeased
In the over-reach
I'm still not in tune
give me more, Lord
let us resume
a closer
tighter walk
is my desire
bring me out right now
from the muck and mire.
Author notes
I think this is an Ode
A contest entry
- OH MY ODE Contest by Olivias Violin.
330 points, ended September 2, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"now just receive this tired traveler
just give mercy to this soul who's irregular
my size don't fit the many cut-out shapes"
- There are many lines that I can relate to in this poem.
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very good
the best option we have, especially in tough times, is to cry out to Jesus
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So true, If He can't help, no one can lol
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nothing like a good spiritual! enjoyed it! all the best~
tim
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Thanks, Tim; I like a person that's into spirituals
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