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I couldn’t make my bedroom church

reading psalms and Lord’s prayers

the light of my lamp and

the portion of my cup couldn’t

lift my soul mired in passions

and silence of the morning

the confessions couldn’t remove

my anguish of ages

nor the tears and cries strengthen

faith  hope  and love – the rock

slips the grip for enemies

within don’t halt my body

glues to the ground seeking

darkness of the womb and joys

ever restless the child doesn’t

grow  and the father  fails

in verses I can’t hide fears

my face I despise, can’t find

freedom from the chemicals

sprayed in the air and the smog

oppressing my breath, the sun

fails to keep the covenant