Please…

I’m not praying, ‘about’ you, I’m not praying out of pity
My petition’s not the gossip, of a tired church committee

I don’t pray a lot I hate to say (That’s not a brag)
To my chagrin, most times I actually consider it a drag

So when I say I’m praying for you – and the words seem rather dry
Please look closer, when I tell you, even look me in the eye

See the passion in my pupils and the hope that yet remains
Listen past my words, and hear my heart, it breaks for you and drains

I wish that I could – anything, that would help or lift you up
But I’m a weak and foolish man, fool enough to not give up

So when you tell me that things for you are less than what could be
I fall from righteous sturdy stance to one who begs and weeps in plea

‘Dad come quick! my sister’s hurt! my brother’s heart is broken!’
That’s the sentiment though barely ever audible – if spoken

I’m afraid, because I can’t control the choices that you make
I’m selfish, thinking I know best, but I don’t, that’s my mistake

So I beg, another, higher up, who made you who you are
I plead, on your behalf, because I can only reach so far

I fall, I break, I’m helpless, I know there’s nothing I can do
Maybe it’s selfish, because I’m hurting, but either way, I pray for you.

-October 2020