A Creature of Crumbling Clay by Linda Jo

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		Date Added: November 28, 2010 09:11:47	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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A Creature of Crumbling Clay

At lunch I sometimes get looks and stares

When I bow my head to say my prayers.

Do you really talk to Him, the Almighty Fellow?

Do you really pray over your bowl of Jell-o?

Yes, we must be grateful for even the little things

If we expect to be guided by the Truth that rings.

I truly believe I must petition the One up obove

Because He gave me this life and filled it with Love.

And if I failed to ask for his forgiveness each day,

How could I stand...a mere creature of crumbling clay?

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	Comment By: Robert on November 28, 2010 10:16:18 AM	Report
	Very astute, I really enjoyed this, gives one pause it does. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Michelle on June 25, 2009 02:07:19 AM	Report
	Aw. I like it. I guess my heart isn't as close to God anymore as it used to be I'm sorry to say. I've been hurt. But sometimes I ask for guidence and want to come back to Him. I guess I would pray because it would be like inviting Him to eat with me. So we can eat together as a family. Do I sound silly? LOL. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: FLETCHER on March 24, 2009 10:48:54 PM	Report
	Wonderful expressive write! I like it a lot. Fletch Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Tina Steele on March 23, 2009 12:56:52 PM	Report
	i love this. not only is it very inspirational but it also touches upon many key points. i think that the bi-standers who stare as u pray are rather curious themselves about religion and God's glory but are either to scared/nervous to attempt it themselves or they just don't know how to go about talking to God themselves. great poem. :) Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Alison Storm Wolf on March 23, 2009 11:58:50 AM	Report
	We have become too big for our boots...we are like the children of the desert who made the golden calf...but its all going to be made right Ali x Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Lady Dragonwyck on March 23, 2009 09:57:26 AM	Report
	Very inspiring write. I felt a lot from this one. Lady D Respond To This Comment