That time of week.
A day of rest and peace.
Life is at it's peak.
We look for God and seek.
Cares of life are his.
Our prayers for sins.
Only a blot in space.
We are part of the human race.
Others are icon wonders.
Yet, we are all sister and brother.
From the bowls of Noah's ark.
Into life and filled with sparks.
So we can only sing a song.
We are not here very long.
So we must pray every day.
That is God's way.