I Asked My Dad

I once asked my Dad Who always seemed seemingly glad, After he had finished his praying Not knowing at all what he was saying. I then asked my father this That conversation I still remember and reminisce, I needed an answer that day So, I asked my Dad, "Why Do You Pray". Then we looked eye to eye As my Dad smiled and let out a small sigh, Then he said unto me, "My caring son" Because, in this world I'm still not done. From prayers alone I gained nothing From prayers I've lost something, I lost anger, ego, depression, insecurity, fear and greed And temptation and hate, from which now I've been freed. The answer to our prayers is not gaining, but losing Through God that is our true choosing, By saying prayers I lost all hurt and pain Which ultimately is the gain. Randy L. McClave