Prayer Poem

This is a poem I wrote in British Literature. I found it while I was studying and thought it might be worth sharing. It is modeled after Thomas Gray's writing style.

Prayer

With bosoms heavy and minds gently confused,
We bring forth praises, lessons, requests
And all other thoughts on which we’ve mused
Hoping by Your hand they’d be put to rest.

The world is mighty wicked and does destruction seek
In forms we could not fathom, wrath they do heap.
Suffering marks every corner and tears stain the cheek
Into the heart and soul, despair and gloom do seep.

Yet, Lord, in greater measure we do richly find
Blessings from God, the Lord, our Father
Sometimes hidden in trials of certain kinds
But hope abides in them and it takes us farther

Nonetheless, through the world we alone cannot go,
On Your strength, grace, and mercy we do strive,
For to do without, our morale and faith run low,
But with, our testimonies come alive.

More than anything else in this time we seek
To align our hearts to the will of Thine
To know that whether dimples or tears adorn the cheek
For our own good and Your glory shine.