Prayer Poem

I wrote this poem for a dear old friend, more than 40 years ago. I now can relate to it myself, each and every word. I am fortunate that at almost 93 I can still function in most ways, especially in writing. My poems and greeting cards have been well received at the top card and gift shop here in town.

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Oh Lord, How I Love Thee

© more by Alora M. Knight

Published: July 2018

I am a tired old soul, my Lord,
My eyes can barely see.
I cannot read Thy blessed book,
Nor can I hear what prayers are said,
Or even kneel beside my bed.
Yet, oh Lord, how I love Thee.

I still remember times, oh Lord,
When life was strong within me.
I did not always heed Thy will,
Or listen for Thy voice to speak
To tell me what road I should seek.
Still, Lord, I always loved Thee.

Because Thee never turned away
Though now and then I foolishly
Ignored Thy rules and broke Thy laws.
Thee helped me through the darkest night.
Thee gave me strength to do things right,
And, oh Lord, how I've loved Thee.

I've been here for so many years.
There can't be much time left for me.
I'm weary, but I'm not afraid.
I am a sinner saved by grace.
Soon I will see Thy loving face.
Then I can say how much I love Thee.



Words have always been an important part of my life. My mother taught to read before I started school and coached me through winning spelling contests. I had to learn the meaning of the words, too. I've written books and articles for Salesian Inspirational Mission, Chicken Soup for the Sister's Soul, for newspapers and magazines, but receiving...

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