This Sunday By EDWIN FLORES, www.PoetryPoem.com/poetry2231 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Weekends many have passed my way
A few without prayers not prayed
As of the world I walked too long
A place where I did not belong
Yet one saw fit to pull from mire
A soul thought worth and much desired
By Father Mine I came to know
As gray became of me He towed
He'd pull on strings and cut their ties
Attached unseen made up of lies
For far too long I lived this way
But He would come and in me stayed
He always was inside my heart
Compassion mine where He'd take part
To let me know there is no one
Like Him who loves me, me no one
I fell away from He who formed
The child in womb, young man once torn
Between what was and is to be
A better soul, nourished now free
And though at times I may just fall
When trip I do He still will call
My name with pride who overcame
The world as Him now not the same
This Sunday may come and go
But make some time and get to know
The reason why you breathe this day
Was by His will as yesterday
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