My kind of prayer

The type that gather a huge list
and that which carries so little.
Efforts

The type with lips that mention him
and those who cry while looking up.
Humans.

Days that move well, driving with him,
days that the door will not open
Heaven.

The way I chose is goodwill,
yours have words that are pitiful
Life-ways.

Some are hard like clouds with no rain
some are just confrontational
requests.

Some days I talk like I’m a thief
My words come out like ritualists
Fluent

Some days I am the true Christian,
My intentions are fraudulent.
Lifestyle

Ruddapoet [TRCP]

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