(369.) Prayer
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I would not lie.
I would not cry.
I would not deny the right you have to this life.
Your God gives you strength.
Strength that I may never know.
But my love gives me enough strength to support you.
If you're God may fail your or let you aspirations come too low.
I am here behind you with a shoulder to cry on and hand to hold.
Worthy before the eyes of man I may not be equal.
Equal before your eyes you do oh so humbly make me feel.
And I love you.
Oh I love you like the sky is blue and the night is dark.
I have searched long days and longer hours for a truth.
A truth within this darkness of the world.
But I fall short before the stantards your faith sets before me.
Though even your God shall bow and tremble before my love.
It guide my hopes, my dreams, my life.
Which is more than your God has ever done.
So I know not if he loves me or even exists.
But I do know that my love is real.
And that you love me.
So I shall pray to love.
Worship my love.
Cherish my love.
For it is a gift from you to me.
And I shall always keep it.
Love is my God, and this poem is my prayer.
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I would not lie.
I would not cry.
I would not deny the right you have to this life.
Your God gives you strength.
Strength that I may never know.
But my love gives me enough strength to support you.
If you're God may fail your or let you aspirations come too low.
I am here behind you with a shoulder to cry on and hand to hold.
Worthy before the eyes of man I may not be equal.
Equal before your eyes you do oh so humbly make me feel.
And I love you.
Oh I love you like the sky is blue and the night is dark.
I have searched long days and longer hours for a truth.
A truth within this darkness of the world.
But I fall short before the stantards your faith sets before me.
Though even your God shall bow and tremble before my love.
It guide my hopes, my dreams, my life.
Which is more than your God has ever done.
So I know not if he loves me or even exists.
But I do know that my love is real.
And that you love me.
So I shall pray to love.
Worship my love.
Cherish my love.
For it is a gift from you to me.
And I shall always keep it.
Love is my God, and this poem is my prayer.
