Mailbox to Jesus

  • 03/16/2006
  • One-minute read

I make my pleas, you hear my cry,
I wait for you response, I listen; you know I try.

I praise you for me, for them, everything and all,

My prayers of letter I send to you, big and small.

If walls could talk the saying goes,
You whisper you love me from my head to my toes.

I’m in the world not of it, this is my lot,
Thanks for listening, I lick my envelope and drop it in the slot.

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