An Earthly Prayer to our Heavenly Father
Our heavenly Father, and great lion of the Universe,
Have mercy on us, here on earth,
Your trusted stewards, we have not been,
and clay from which you made us, more worth.
We have wasted your beautiful waters,
they, spanning around this world, once so pure,
The filth and refuse of a thousand years,
creates diseases, all seeming to have no cure.
Many lessons to have been learned from times long past,
are left forgotten, over time,
We behave as if ignorant of all laws,
meant to govern and sustain us, in a life sublime.
Forgive us Father, oh Holy One, for our sinful acts here,
and the sacrifice of your son,
For we have all but destroyed this wonderful place,
even so, before, was hardly begun.
People search for bread and a home, in these times,
others ignore their mournful cries,
They continue in their lives so full of greed and conceit,
spreading rumors and more lies.
A wonder you can, but stand, these great wrongs to behold,
for others to hide their eyes,
Dear God, please remember the weaknesses we have,
in the time of our souls to all rise.
We pray that you shall take us, in our great shame,
in a world that's so burdened by all,
So few have carried the weight of the many,
in this life they have not answered their call.
As the potter casts the clay to be formed,
into his vessels of such beauty, and so strong,
Your children are we, as in all of your works,
while in your wise judgement, we do belong.
We are as the son, that once was lost,
and our prayer is in your being merciful of us, now,
We promise to follow your scriptures of life,
and for a new chance to serve you, if to allow.
We saw in the Bible of Noah's time, and the great flood,
that had cleansed the earth, so well,
Our hope and in strong faith is you will take us all then,
before a rebirth, as the scriptures tell.
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