“It is finished.”

I would like to learn to pray.

I fear the devil knows my heart
For men are not unique as such
And think we oft the only ones
To think or feel or cry this way…

But this is not how we’re alone.

Near to God is what I seek
But fear confounds my every step
And I stumble as though drunk
And cannot find the way…

But God has spoken.

The God of Dreams

Joseph had a dream or two
That sent him on his way
And though the world caved in on him
God kept him every day.

He must have thought that things went wrong
And must have wondered why
Yet all along the way he went
God kept him by and by.

The dream that sent him on his way
Must have seemed a curse
But then it happened just as shown
As if a reading verse by verse.