PRAY?

On my bed did I lay,

When the dark hours had ended the day,

Which had been all work without play

So on getting home I hit my bed without delay,.

Closed eyes, still body, yet still breathing the Lord's air,

Transported was my soul to realms far away,

Fed was my spirit with secrets & mysteries so hard to say,

Acquired did I, knowledge that is so rare,

And my soul got troubled, then I said to revelation, this is not fair.

My complaint didn't seem heard, so I said in my heart, does no one care? 

Then It dawned on me that every man goes his own way,

Alone am I in the world, Lord, will I not go astray? 

My actions go unsupervised, I hope I don't end up a prey.

What price am I to pay 

To get rid of this miserable depression & delay? 

Maybe I need to pray.

Yes I will. In the Lord's presence shall I stay,

I shall familiarize my voice with the Lord's ear,

The same way porters familiarize their hands with clay,

And what comes out of it is what I shall watch to see everyday,

My testimony will I not hold back, I'll surely share,

Stick around, soon all these will be clear.