I pray
I pray for tomorrow,
Cause today is a day to forget,
Riddled with hurt and misfortune,
My spirit is restless and frail,
I pray that things get better,
And my tears stop falling like rain,
Unable to deal with the sadness,
That torments my soul everyday,
I pray
I pray for death’s cold finger
To touch the shallow shells of my master’s frame
Not entirely so that he may linger
And share in my immortal shame
An experience so unkind
That fatality appears as a sweet release. Read more
There are no Christians
My roommate at college was always praying. He prayed when he got up in the morning. He prayed when he came in at lunchtime. He woke up at 3am every other morning to go out to the fields to pray with some of his church mates. He would meet with these church mates at least twice a week in the evenings for prayer meetings or bible readings in the room.
But my roommate was filthy. If he bathed three times a week, that was a good week. If he did his laundry once a month I was lucky. His wardrobe resembled the scene of an atomic bombing. Dirty clothes were thrown in there in a not very pleasant mixture with exercise books, library books, shoes, newspapers, unfinished meals, Christian literature, and other paraphernalia. Read more
