I gave my ear a brain
And my arms an eye
And to my knees I gave a tongue.
Day one, I want to understand his language
Complain less, decode the binary silence
Day six, my prayers are like workouts
So I want to see him when I stretch,
wave my bible and praise
Day 12, when my knees kiss the concrete
When they commune as one
Since we were fashioned from dust
Though my prayer be a whisper
Or my mouth too weary to talk
They’ll speak, and he’ll understand.