Heavenly Father

Heavenly father, lift me up

When I’m down on my knees

Hear my cry, to you dear lord

Life is a test, the challenges are many

And I am weak

But you are the refuge

Of which I seek

While many

Cannot find a reason

Help me to bear fruit

In my season

Help me to withstand

Life`s stormy weather

With faith in you

I know it will get better

Heavenly father

Hear me when I pray

Give a listening ear

To what your humble servant

Has to say

 © Leon Pryce

     Excerpt from the book “Immortalized Through Poetry”

     Visit my author page at: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/leon-pryce-.html

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I Was A Tree

I was a tree without leaves

I bear no fruit

Struggling from a youth

Searching for the truth

The ground was hallow

I had no roots

Neither was there any route

That could lead me

To the truth

I suffered and toiled

For some fresh clean soil

I felt separated from

My environment

Like water and oil

Nobody knew me

They pass me everyday

Standing in the wind

Side to side I sway

I watched them tasted of other`s fruit

In which they found delight

But I knew deep down that

 I would blossom

When the time is right

Within me was a heart

That never dies

With hope and a firm belief

I persevered through

life`s fight

It was a day when

No one was here

Someone transplanted me

In a different atmosphere

I felt as though I was growing all over

The burden of life was lifted from my shoulder

It was my season

And it shows

As old leaves fade away

Fresh, bright, green ones started to grow

To their amazement

They looked up at me

With awe

The sight of my fruitfulness strained their eyes

And a longing for my taste

Erupted in their stomach

Surprise and mystery filled their minds

And they wondered from whence

Came a tree of my kind

But it was I who was always standing here

I was the one you showed no care

But now all my despair

Have been repaired