Prayer Hands Poem

I feel everything is coming together,

The puzzle pieces are forming the picture,

And I praise God for the blessings.

We all fall short, but I keep on trying,

I cannot be divine cause I am a human casing

I am a spirit trying to move my soul.

I honour my ancestors

And their spiritual past,

I praise God

And I have faith he will protect my last.

We all fall short but we sit at his feet

Recognising on our own it will be defeat.

I lay it at his feet

And he annoits me with love,

Cleansing of my sins

My yom kippur song.

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