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Array ( [sid] => 4578 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mija's Prayer [time] => 2002-10-03 22:30:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Hey, God! I know we have never seen eye to eye,
Not since you took my father and wouldn’t let me cry
When others expected it. Anyway, now that’s history,
But what we both do know and what’s not a mystery
Is how ever since then, things went from bad to worse,
And for ages guilt hung around my neck like a curse.
Years I refused to admit any thing nice about you, not one,
And I was bitter and resentful for what you had done.

I've slagged off your ***** ups like that child in the news,
Beaten and tortured and other awful abuse,
And died covered in scars, stinking in *****,
And weasel authorities wriggling out of it,
When the time came to apportion blame,
And all through that time you never came
Forward to say that you knew all along,
And did sod all about it. Come, admit you were wrong?
I'd respect you much more if you’d just not pretend,
That it’s all part of a plan to be revealed in the end.
When we both know that child died completely in vain,
And there's no justification in causing such pain.

Anyway, that's not why I'm here at your place,
Trying now to have a chat face to face.
It’s because something happened to me today,
That has finally got me back in here to pray.
So look, if you're willing to give it a shot.
Let’s make a deal and talk, or if not,
Let’s agree not to mess things up for each other,
Because one of you flock has become my lover,
But before we get down to business, I ask this please,
My legs are aching, may I get up off my knees?

Ok, thanks and I’d really appreciate a sign
That you’re not going to zap me if I get out of line.
Look, let me start by saying that I think you’re no fool,
And that they way you did nature is ever so cool.
I think sunsets and mountains are the things I like best,
But I also do like quite a lot of the rest,
But the thing I give thanks for to heaven above
Is that you made for me the perfect person to love.
She is pretty and witty and sexy and bright,
And so easy to be with all day and all night.
She is gentle and kind and loving as well,
And she worships you too, so she’s not going to hell,
And she loves me and makes me feel so utterly proud,
That I want to go around just singing out loud.
And for that I’d actually like to thank you,
And properly give credit where credit is due.

Smells, tastes and colours all seem more real.
It’s weird, but I hope you understand how I feel.
She brightens my life, gives it all new meaning,
Almost like my soul has had a dose of spring cleaning.
All the cobwebs have gone and the dark corners dusted,
And my old fears and doubts that were so encrusted,
Are now blown away and all is shiny and clean.
Oh, I know it sounds silly, but you know what I mean.
What’s best of all, God, is that I have found true romance.
So, in light of your good work, what say we take a chance?
Work out our problems and start talking again?
On a woman to deity level at first but, maybe, then
We could become friends and who knows what?
I could become a good person, it happens a lot.
So let me start by coming up there and shaking your hand,
And say that in creating my love you really did grand.

But, of course, I understand it might not be your way
So, if that is the case, there’s something else I would say.
My dad never believed in you so he’s probably in hell,
And if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather go there as well.
No offence meant and thanks awfully for the chat.
We’ll talk again later; I’ll look forward to that.
In the meantime, God, do me a favour.
Keep an eye on my darling and try to save her
Any anguish and pain, suffering or sorrow.
Bye for now God, check back with you tomorrow.











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Mija's Prayer

Contributed by melis on Thursday, 3rd October 2002 @ 10:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



Hey, God! I know we have never seen eye to eye,
Not since you took my father and wouldn’t let me cry
When others expected it. Anyway, now that’s history,
But what we both do know and what’s not a mystery
Is how ever since then, things went from bad to worse,
And for ages guilt hung around my neck like a curse.
Years I refused to admit any thing nice about you, not one,
And I was bitter and resentful for what you had done.

I've slagged off your ***** ups like that child in the news,
Beaten and tortured and other awful abuse,
And died covered in scars, stinking in *****,
And weasel authorities wriggling out of it,
When the time came to apportion blame,
And all through that time you never came
Forward to say that you knew all along,
And did sod all about it. Come, admit you were wrong?
I'd respect you much more if you’d just not pretend,
That it’s all part of a plan to be revealed in the end.
When we both know that child died completely in vain,
And there's no justification in causing such pain.

Anyway, that's not why I'm here at your place,
Trying now to have a chat face to face.
It’s because something happened to me today,
That has finally got me back in here to pray.
So look, if you're willing to give it a shot.
Let’s make a deal and talk, or if not,
Let’s agree not to mess things up for each other,
Because one of you flock has become my lover,
But before we get down to business, I ask this please,
My legs are aching, may I get up off my knees?

Ok, thanks and I’d really appreciate a sign
That you’re not going to zap me if I get out of line.
Look, let me start by saying that I think you’re no fool,
And that they way you did nature is ever so cool.
I think sunsets and mountains are the things I like best,
But I also do like quite a lot of the rest,
But the thing I give thanks for to heaven above
Is that you made for me the perfect person to love.
She is pretty and witty and sexy and bright,
And so easy to be with all day and all night.
She is gentle and kind and loving as well,
And she worships you too, so she’s not going to hell,
And she loves me and makes me feel so utterly proud,
That I want to go around just singing out loud.
And for that I’d actually like to thank you,
And properly give credit where credit is due.

Smells, tastes and colours all seem more real.
It’s weird, but I hope you understand how I feel.
She brightens my life, gives it all new meaning,
Almost like my soul has had a dose of spring cleaning.
All the cobwebs have gone and the dark corners dusted,
And my old fears and doubts that were so encrusted,
Are now blown away and all is shiny and clean.
Oh, I know it sounds silly, but you know what I mean.
What’s best of all, God, is that I have found true romance.
So, in light of your good work, what say we take a chance?
Work out our problems and start talking again?
On a woman to deity level at first but, maybe, then
We could become friends and who knows what?
I could become a good person, it happens a lot.
So let me start by coming up there and shaking your hand,
And say that in creating my love you really did grand.

But, of course, I understand it might not be your way
So, if that is the case, there’s something else I would say.
My dad never believed in you so he’s probably in hell,
And if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather go there as well.
No offence meant and thanks awfully for the chat.
We’ll talk again later; I’ll look forward to that.
In the meantime, God, do me a favour.
Keep an eye on my darling and try to save her
Any anguish and pain, suffering or sorrow.
Bye for now God, check back with you tomorrow.















Copyright © melis ... [ 2002-10-03 22:30:00]
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Re: Mija's Prayer (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniel on Friday, 4th October 2002 @ 04:37:58 AM AEST
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God... who can understand God? i believe in him and still uderstand him very little. but as fer yur write, just know that a "little chat" does require conversing from both parties. yes it does sound a bit queer that God would speak, but he does if you listen. just a thought. this is a good, honest write. i like it. kudos! ;0)
-daniel


Re: Mija's Prayer (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Saturday, 5th October 2002 @ 12:00:37 PM AEST
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Good write Melis




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