I find myself praying to Jesus <br />When once again <br />I’m lost in an unsympathetic city <br />Feeling lovelorn and alone <br />Or utterly disgusted with myself <br />For some abandonment or abuse <br />Of a fragile and beautiful friend. <br /> <br />Certain days are drunk in the daylight, <br />Certain attitudes are vile and disgraceful, <br />Certain failures in matters of faithfulness <br />Destroy the soul. <br /> <br />I’m walking by a park where I played <br />When I had an innocent heart. <br />Drifting back to a happier time, <br />I’ve got tears in both my eyes <br />And I’m praying to the Jesus of my childhood<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jesus-of-my-childhood/
