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Above:  Prayer

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Poem (late 1970s) by Sally Taylor, my mother


I’m not as good as I’d like to be.

I see my faults.  Sometimes I don’t like me.

I’d rather forget they even existed.

But despite me, they’ve continually persisted.


Oh, I’m in such a quandary.

What’s the point of fret or worry?

Pondering them might make me wonder

If I could do any more than blunder.


There must be something right I’ve done,

I’ve tried, Dear Lord, and your blessings come.

But the good that you have found in me

Is more than I’ve been able to see.

Posted August 14, 2011 by neatnik2009 in Lent/Confession of Sin 1900s

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