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6/7/08
The Prayer
Each day my walk is but a short distance
A 6 by 9 cell I pace from window to door
Fear consumes me, I find no peace
I stop and pray dear Lord
You know my heart and that I surely believe
So why does my mind race?
Why do I cry out at night?
For reasons I cannot make
Lord, why does authority hate me
Oh, they'd love to do me have
And give the chance to dispirit me
Never seems so hard
And why am I so selfish
Hurting loved ones in my wake?
Look at how my father hurts
From decisions I have mdae
And then there is my grandma
Surely she's never deserved
To shed one painful tear
But I've accomplished that with words
And my mother, I love her so much too
But yet I have not been a good son
Her second oldest she known
And look at what I've done
Then there are the people around me
I'm sometimes much too hard
Treating them with indifference
Truly a demonstration of my heart
And then there is my mind
How evil seems to endure
Thoughts of violence and sexual sin
Not exactly a soul that's pure
Oh and look at my actions
Nothing like a man of bad
How can I help those around me
When prepared I am not?
But then I'll say a prayer
And it's like going through the motions
It's not always heartfelt and sincere
Hardly close to devotion
So here is just one more
But this one rings true
And as you know me best Lord
You know it's sent to you
Open my eyes to the way
Guide me in truth
Help me to push away my habits
And to be more like you
Jack M. Branch #R17203
Florida State Prison
P.O. Box 800
Raiford, Florida 32083-0800
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