THIS IS MY PRAYER
Your intervention I pray for,
In this world of turmoil,
Your prophecy began,
Survival of the fittest.
Saints are scattered,
Scattered like lost sheep,
Their hearts shrouded with doubts,
Whether truly you are God.
Zeal of many prophets dwindled,
Some are truly broken,
Saints hold on to you with grief
Waiting for your succor.
Your words endureth forever,
Worldly adages spread like fire,
Grievous pain in the hearts of the saints,
As they cling onto you.
Truly you are my GOD;
In this end time,
Count me worthy of your kingdom.
