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Oct 2023
THUS I'M ASKED TO PRAY.
You want to pray, go in your room
and close your door to be with Whom
your mind and heart trust and adore
and you both love to sit alone.

You get so glad as you can feel
your heart will be with that great Lord,
Who's made all people dear to Him
and He exists in every soul.

You speak with Him, which is your bliss
as what He says is complete charm.
His calming words give you great cheer
that makes you live your care free life.

Your prayer gets your mighty wings
that lift you up to touch the clouds.
You feel how great it is to pray
but urging duties stop that glee.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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