Poem – Some Pray
Some pray with their heads bowed;
Some stand with outreached hands;
Some pray in tears out loud;
All short of God’s commands.
Others look down their holy nose;
Others falsely on knees;
Other’s disdain exposed;
“Thank you I’m not like these.”
All less than pure, than He;
All our fears, doubts allayed;
All short, like these, that’s me;
Jesus our brother prayed.
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