A TV'S PRAYER

by JUDY 49-E-1

Oh God, my Father and sovereign o'er land and sea,

Accept I pray, this humble prayer, I offer unto thee.

Oh Light of Lights, please hear me,

though thou knowest what I am, A lesser in thy mighty flock, a small and frightened lamb.

I pray to thee, or Father, for guidance from thy hand,

For what thou hast given me my God, is hard to understand.

I've found within my soul a love, for woman's way of dress,

The reason for its placement there I can, but only guess.

I question not thy wisdom Lord, instead I humbly ask,

What is the reason for my life, what is

my earthly task?

What can I do with this rare gift possessed by such a few,

How can I use it wisely, to bring further praise to You?

I know that I am different, my thoughts most men deny,

But still I cannot help but feel that they are wrong, not I.

This other one, which shares my shell, wants just to be of use,

And yet she bears the burden Lord, of man's unkind abuse.

Perversion, such an ugly word, has been applied to me,

My thoughts, desires, not understood

perhaps will never be.

76.