I struck it rich in the Lord this very day

A hopeful Pray to the Lord of Host

I struck it Rich in the Lord today

I met him half way

For we met in the middle of my troubles

He did not want to break my bubble

I started by enriching him over my recent sins

Of how I used to badgered My Two brother's

With my Line of lies and deceit 

Yelling from my mouth so loud 

The Angels on most high could hear in disgrace

And automatically started into prayer

For my soul they took in deep care

I had a quaking in my heart

Formed in disbelief of my faith of a misfit

That I had become running around

In the devils stew

Becoming unglued

Because of my faith that went sour that day

Before the hellish hours

when I was embellished in hells fires

In this situation it sure was not my desire

I rather be attending a Pirate Game

With my Brothers

Than to be facing Hellish fires

I better get praying to clean up my desires

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand and I agree my friend.
"I rather be attending a Pirate Game
With my Brothers
Than to be facing Hellish fires
I better get praying to clean up my desires"
Hell isn't a wonderful place. People who dance on hate and sin. They shall learn one day. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote