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puffs of little prayers

under the breath of the mind

the sporadic informal kind

puffs of smoke, go up to the sky

i don't know how high

but to the lord i hope will reach

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of my heeart

they are sincere

though short.



prayers of, thank you,

i love you.

help me lord,

i don't know what to do!

breaths of groaning

when my heart and soul

are moaning

prayers without words

even to the mind, unheard.

go through all the steps they say ,

but, no time

urgency does not let me obey

but desperately

i cast my care on him

without fear, i cast up . . .

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of my mind

the sporadic informal kind

puffs of smoke

go up to the sky

i don't know how high

but to the lord

i hope will reach

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of my heart

for where there is smoke

there was a fire start.



to the victims here or there

who had no time

for a formal prayer

as their tower of life

came crashing down!

and up in smoke!

i believe as the reality of

this is real, not a joke hit them!

not all,

but many desperate,

sincere cries went up,

invisible to you and i.

as the big puffs of smoke

violated the beautiful sky line,

little puffs of prayer,

went even higher

god heard their cry.

prayers of repentant hearts

prayers for their children

for family and friends

priorities were in order then

god now was their only friend.

no choice left,

but cry . . .

in the twinkling of an eye

lord have mercy on me

as i die.



puffs of little prayers

under the breath of the mind

the sporadic informal kind

puffs of smoke go up to the sky,

we don't know how high

but to the lord we hope will reach

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of the heart

for where there is smoke

thre was a fire start.