Christina A. Sharik
A prayer, I uttered, full of sorrow
Please hurry, God, and bring tomorrow
Today was sad and I was bad.
How much I wish that I were glad –
All is dark and tears are falling
only God can hear me calling
when all is wrong and none is right
God soothes me with his still, black night…
When all the stars are shining bright
and the moon is hanging in the sky –
No one knows but God and me
that I have told a lie.
©Copyright 1963 by Christina (aged 17)