I whisper a prayer and it seems as if he doesn't hear.
I call upon his holy name and his response is faded I can barely hear.
I seek comfort while I shivers with tears from my eyes.
I vented in daily visions of you just to be near, oh!, holding my hands it seems so real.
I composed my thoughts with praises of your holy name, still I wonder if you care.
I will always love you, I will always praise your holy name, for you have said you will always be there.
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Mark Burrell
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/11/2019
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Poem topics: I love you, real, whisper, response, comfort, prayer, daily, love, hear, holy, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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