Our Daily Bread

by | Nov 28, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

How oft’ I’ve dreamed of sitting on that mount
The place He sought when teaching us to Pray
Where once ‘Commandments Ten’ held to account
Pronouncements here allowed for more to say
“Do not be like the hypocrites who crow”
(They only care for what is seen, by whom)
“Do not attend the words they have to sow”
(Their actions speak of men who doth presume)
In solitude our Prayerful pleas are heard
Before they’re said, He is aware somehow
By shouting, they adulterate ‘The Word’
Entreaties such when made, will not allow
No need of crass display to earn reward
“Our Father” tis the phrase He once implored


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