My Prayer

Loving Father
Gold tried in the fire
Is my plea
That my character be Thy hire

Fitness for Hell
For in Thy face
Before feet or Throne 
Would Stand no sin trace

Give me the anointing 
Ready eyes for war
Where death to self is first
That my Soul may sore

My Pen saintify anew
Strap that beast inside
My pride for parade 
And everywhere it tries to hide

My love of ease, or of Thee
Make true its purpose 
Erase sin in love's grip 
Providing life's compos 

My children remember 
Five plock from the fire
Let them know true beauty 
Outside the mire

My influence, make for good
That some Soul find its way 
For dark is the night 
While short every stay 

My time left while unknown 
Knowing You my best gift
You are funny, wise and clear
Save me for the final lift