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Dear Lord
Dear Lord,
My knees hurt from praying. I'm just saying, I know the way, but I stay here in this place waiting on something, I thought it was someone, but somewhere it all went wrong...moving on. I'm gone to another room, that's cluttered with the things I stored out of mind. Crowded with the idols of him that I once worshiped...blasphemous love? blasphemy in love? Blasphemed by the above, questions..... Running thru my mind like kids at play, dreaming about that better day, who actually knows what that means? If its You, I'll listen as you whisper those sweet nothings, secretly tell me how to feel. This can't be real, so still... My knees hurt from praying, Lord, I'm just saying.
read the poem, but really don't know what to say. some parts confused me a little...but for one it's late and my mind sometimes goes haywire when i've been up so long.....