pray
I place my hands under my chin, close my eyes and bow my head.
Seems as if it's been forever since Ive spoken to God..
What could it hurt...?
If WE are made from dirt
Who.. or what.. made the dirt?
Perfectly intertwined
The sun, moon ,clouds n the sky..
All perfectly align
In your world as in mine..
Accident OR grand design?
Evolution or the Great Divine?
Raining,snowing,or summertime..
Only thing more precious than gold IS Time....
When the thought comes to mind..
Bow your head and close your eyes..
You must First close Your mouth to open your mind..
Seems as if it's been forever since Ive spoken to God..
What could it hurt...?
If WE are made from dirt
Who.. or what.. made the dirt?
Perfectly intertwined
The sun, moon ,clouds n the sky..
All perfectly align
In your world as in mine..
Accident OR grand design?
Evolution or the Great Divine?
Raining,snowing,or summertime..
Only thing more precious than gold IS Time....
When the thought comes to mind..
Bow your head and close your eyes..
You must First close Your mouth to open your mind..
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