"Oh God," she says, hands clasped together, fingers entwined, knees bent. He doesn't answer; /he does. /he answers with earnest, continued, devoted worship, head bowed, eyes closed, his mind devoid of all else but this —this soul-shaking, earth-shattering pleasure, this blessed communion between man and woman, the Holy Spirit an undoubted ****** through the candlelight, this holy practice wherein they do some of their finest praying.
Have I done enough praying in my life, to have brought to fruition, this caring man that God sent my way? He cares for me and how I feel, he pulls my chair so I can sit. He holds me close on the dance floor, and beckons me to follow his masculine lead. He raises his drink and toasts to my honor, which makes me feel unbelievably special, like winning our own private lottery drawing. He puts me on his pedestal and holds me in the highest regard. But yet he still worries; will I always be, the same me he sees every day. Am I going to change who I’ve introduced him to? Is my love for him going to change? Are the words I pen from my heart, going to end up hurting our divine connection? I am here to stay for the long haul, I am not afraid to share my feelings. I dig this power that you emit my way. That slow drag you had in the beginning is still locked down inside my soul
If each of your wildest dreams Came suddenly true today Would only your life improve? Or others helped on their way?
If each of your fervent prayers Came granted complete this hour Would the entire world be blessed If you had this praying power?
If each of your inmost thoughts Formed full into worldly shape Would everyone feel more joy And out of despair escape?
Seek for the true prosperity For you - for me - and for all We are called to be as one Let us work to heed this call
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My wife shared with me an idea and said, "Why don't you write a poem about this?" So I did. She heard it from a Pastor she was listening to online. He said something like, "If every one of your prayers were suddenly answered, would it bless the whole world, or would it only bless you?" So I elaborated a bit on the idea and put it to verse.
We can not win Lord. “You” ask me to trust and hold on. “You” ask me to forgive and love without question. “You” ask me to give of myself more than I believe is there. “You” ask these things of me, expecting me to bend willingly.. And I want to.. God, I don’t know how.
I haven't prayed since that fateful day back in sixth grade but lord knows for you I would've knelt beside my bed clasped my hands and spoke to god I would've asked him for a girl like you with hair that calls for my fingers like the call to morning prayer a laugh that wakes me better than a steeple ever could a smile brighter than the pearly gates eyes more beautiful than any stained glass window a voice that sounds better than the loudest hymn a mind that holds my own personal bible and god would've sent me you the angel he knew I needed to make this place feel like heaven