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A Writer’s Prayer

A Writer's Prayer

Theme Week: Prayer – 3


Inhale the stillness to your bones
Sit down beside the listening stones
Observe the sunset’s melting tones.
Receive the breeze’s soft caress
And put aside the world of stress,
Unearth the things you now suppress.
Lay all your worries out in lanes,
Your fears beside regrets and pains
Like links to all your inner chains.
Look up, and know from wind and space,
Beyond and inside every place,
Your Maker can still find your face,
And He will answer every call.
Regardless of how far you fall,
Your voice will never be too small.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Prayer – 2

Taking My Call

Thank you for taking my call…
I know it seems silly, and pointless and all,
But we both know that I need some help.
It’s the first time I’ve called
That it feels like I’m talking to myself.
My voice just resounding, rebounding,
And back to my ears,
And only trust tells me you hear.
And even that drowned out by fear.

I don’t think I know what love is anymore,
And I realize how cliche that is.
But you were the standard that measured the score,
And I don’t know you like I thought I did before,
And there isn’t a handbook for this.
And God, if there is,
Then it’s not one I know how to read.
Once again, all the fault lies with me.
I can’t seem to find my way out of this hole,
And I tell myself my thoughts are in my control,
But I can’t heal these patches of void in my soul,
No, that only you can do.

So thank you for taking my call.
It still feels silly, and pointless, but all
That I know is, God, I need some help.
So I will keep calling,
As long as I’m falling,
Because hope is all I have by now.
And faith, that you’ll save me somehow.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Prayer – 1

To Me

To Me, to Me, oh child of mine
To Me, to Me in the fray
To Me, warrior, in the hardest times
To Me when the dark hides the day

Come running to the Healer of scars
Whenever the storm won’t abate
Come back to me when you’ve wandered too far
To Me when your wrongs are too great

To Me! To Me when you’re bleeding and raw
To Me when the tears will not end
I’m here, though you’ve broken and mocked every law
Unending, I am still your Friend

Little one, when you need arms that are strong
To hold your bloody pieces in whole,
The times when you know you’ve done everything wrong,
To Me, with despair in your soul

To Me, oh my child, with blood on your hands
Rest your head when you are weary
To Me, when you know you can no longer stand
And when you can see nothing clearly

To Me when you doubt, and to Me when you rage
To Me when you fear every road!
To Me when you’re young, and to Me when you age
To Me, come to Me with your load

And if you should break so you cannot go on,
In life when your head is bowed low,
Then bring me your cares until they are all gone
To Me, dear one, I want to know!

To Me, for I’m kind. To Me, for I’m good
To Me, for I don’t ever leave
Even though you do not do as you should,
I give love until you receive

To Me, for I’m wise, and to Me for My will
For no one else will be enough
To Me for your needs. To Me, and be still…
To Me for My limitless love

– s. Clark

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