What of my prayers?

What of my prayers?

A Poem by Nate



What of my prayers, are they rare. No, not rare. Are they blessed? No, I am a normal mortal I don't think they are especially special. They are spoken in the light of day and in night's absence. One will echo in my head near and after noon. Yet there is something? Something... something... what is it? What is it that the God of heaven and earth sees in me, a small creature made from dust? What, if anything, do my words do? What could they possibly possess as a power when compared to that of God. Not, naught end nothing. Instead of always praying for change, for you my God to change. I pray God that you'll let me see, see my change in me and all about -- dismiss the doubt, in and out: this is what I pray.

© 2011 Nate


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Prayers are unique and powerful. God moves on your behalf when you pray and if you are serious about Him.

Posted 4 Years Ago



metaphysical, it's golden in your brain. God does pass there sometimes, you know.

Posted 7 Years Ago


A very unique poem.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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C-town, GA



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I dare, standing in God fear while wondering at Majesty, a sense with a long past, long passed. In the shadow of its departure lies, now, a horrible stillness, just perceived—not wanted but kno.. more..

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