ALL I ASK!

When the troubles of the day

Taunt you in every way,

No words left to say

Silently, I pray

 

Lord, I have no where to turn

Just heartaches and heartburn,

For solace I yearn

My faith is stern

 

But I am honest with you

I don’t know what to do,

I know your word is true

Please give me a cue

 

I will stand on your promise

Faith I will not dismiss,

My strength you must buttress

Your grace, please, no recess!

© Sheriff Ali 2006

Author’s Comments

Sometimes we feel life is clad in a sable garb of gloom and dreariness and peace of mind is absent. The cause of this mournful state of things is manifold; it may arise through a comparative neglect of prayer, for a neglected closet is the beginning of all spiritual declines.