I Bow And Repent

 Sometimes my prayer, is answered with haste..

Sometimes I am told, to get rid of much waste.

In moments of doubt, I rush to the Lord..

For in His presence, I am cut from discord.

When fear comes calling, my willingness eludes..

As the splendor of riches, become lost in my moods.

How often I falter, I have failed to keep abreast..

For the Lord of Hosts, knows I do not pass every test.

As delighted as I am, to be a child of the King..

Often I would shift and forget to clap and sing.

In every quiet place, I bow and repent...

To seek the Lord's forgiveness, on knees that are bent.

My eyes see so many, adorned in fine lace..

And I sit deep in wonder, about issues that they face.

Like a dove with a branch, I hope with great faith...

That the blessings of the Lord, will come before too late.