Teach Me How to Pray by Sakina Carter

A poem

Teach Me How to Pray

A long list of things to do and then some

I’ll pray later; later never comes

Didn’t mean to spend the day on my phone to play

Lord, could you teach me how to pray?

I used to leave the praying for the older folks to handle

But it’s time now I take up the mantle

Parents and grandparents are getting old and gray

So Lord, just teach me how to pray.

Knees on the ground and eyes pressed shut

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m in a rut

My sun has gone dark, there’s not one ray,

But Lord, just teach me how to pray.

Troubles  and tribulations hit me left and right

Demons wage war on my family day and night

But in your presence, I vowed to stay

So Lord, just teach me how to pray.

Once again, I bow to my knees

I desperately need you on days like these

I can’t always find the correct words to say

But Lord, teach me to pray.

Things aren’t always bad; sometimes they are great

Bank account, health, life- all in a beautiful state

And I forget a very important thing on such a day

Lord, remind me to always pray.

Mold me into the Christian you want me to be

Because in the end, I only want to be with thee

You are the potter, and I am the clay

So Lord, teach me how to pray.