Where
is the prayer?
My
life is in turmoil, but nobody cares.
Hardknocks
and bad times, is that all I have to look towards?
Where
are the altars? The benches? The words that went to the Lord?
Don’t
pass me by.
Don’t
cast me out for an occasional lie.
Cheatings
and frauds possessed my life in my weaknesses,
But
I was told I was being prayed for, for my uniquenesses.
Where
is the prayer?
My
life is in shambles and doesn’t anyone care?
Where
are the faithful?
Those
trusting souls that said they cared for me?
Where
did they go? They’re nowhere to
be found.
Where
could they be?
I’m
falling to death.
Where’s
the support that would pray with each breath?
Churches
are empty
And
friends are gone from everywhere I look.
I
just laughed and scoffed when told the Rapture
Was
foretold in God’s Book.
O
God, Where’s the prayer?
