IMPLORATION

By Sanni Oluwatimileyin

​Lord,
           when you deal out trials
            from your heavenly cards,
            please, help my frail hands
            hold on firmly,
do
          not give to me a burden greater
          than the might of my weary muscles.
          You promised, Lord. You promised
          not to.

I
        am weak, You know, and yet,
        some of these cards You deal me
        are made of lead. I am trembling,
        trembling, trembling and I--
reek
       of sweat, and every muscle in my body
       is swearing in Your name that they will
       break beneath the weight
of
       these trials. Lord, do You open my book
       of errors when dealing the trial cards.
       Do they enrage You? Dear Lord, is this
       the death you promised, as the wage of
sins?

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