On Bended Knee

Solitude, mulitudes, where does one go,
Hollowed ground, subtle sound,
How does one believe?????
The ending of a life,
The beginning of a life,

Solitude, multitudes, on bended knee I pray.
Lord, help those who need you most,
Help me to live each day,
I struggle more than most,
But I can be a gentle host,
There are those that are lost,
And many who have found their way,

Solitude, I seek,
when there are prayers to convey.
Multitudes in need, and little old me,
So on bended knees I pray,

Donna Layne Roberts copyright 2002

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