A Prisoners Prayer
Be with me God, comfort my night
Till the dawn break, then help me to fight
Stay by my side through a day that is long
Give me the courage to be resolute and strong.
Its not I'm a coward, afraid of a fight
Of a future thats bleak with little or no light
But its hard on my own to cope with this strife
And I often need help to continue my life.
I’m just a poor soul a mother bore
A simple man, nothing more
So God of strength and gentleness
Help me to be at least that, nothing less.
With every breath I'll fight more and more
To survive against odds and defy death's door
Not simply to advance the human race
But to witness the joy in a mother's face.
But help me God should my end be near
To mock the haggard face of fear
And if I die, let me do so with trust
My soul may triumph in the dust.