AJ Ryan


Dear God



Dear God,

Are you up there?
This is another human alive on land.
I hope You realise for You I care,
Your Bible's caressed in my hand.

I have been careless and rude in the past,
Made my mistakes and blunders,
But I pray to You always, I see You as
Similar to the shining light that I'm under.

True, I have a cosy bed
And the living room fire burns and sparks,
But this recession kills personal warmth dead
And keeps this family surviving in the dark.

We have no night-vision goggles or torches,
Can't afford them on our own.
It's unwelcoming as turned-off lights on porches,
Knowing we have to fight all unknown.

I look at my family and then myself
And think 'Is there a future? '
I want to be fearless and calm instead
And composed like sharpshooters.

I want a future in the dumps a doubt,
I just never want to worry.
Every time I dream about
That Paradise, my vision's blurry.

Lord, I see You as food and drink,
My Saviour, my Friend.
Dear God, I count on You, please bring
This depression to an end.



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