"SECRET PRAYER"

My cup is almost full, and I don't think I could, take another ounce of this rain called life

This flood is at my rim, if you push me it might spill,

and bring the darkness into light....

If it falls to the ground, it will spread through this town,

and wet a thousand tongues

That will sing like birds, adding nouns and twisting verbs, building sentences when only a phrase was sung.....

I would give you a sip, but I know it will drip, and turn a mole hill into a mountain

This is a load that you can't carry, because every Tom Dick, and Harry will be drinking from your fountain....

If this burning in my soul, melts the water that was froze, and causes my lips to speak

Then it must be poured, into a cup that I'm assured, won't break and will not leak....

Everybody has somebody they think they can tell everything

Their ups, their downs, their smiles, their frowns,

and even their hopes and dreams...

What they don't understand, be it woman or man, is that that person has someone too

That they think they can tell, about their heaven or hell,

even what is said by you.....

If you don't want your beans to be spilled, or have your secrets revealed, then you better keep them to yourself

Whether it is good or bad, from the present or your past,

dying from hunger or living in wealth....

There is only one way, that your word will be safe, you can look for it and it will still be there

Don't let it depart, unless you leave it with God,

on your knees in

"SECRET PRAYER"