Moods

My mood doth vary oft-times much, my Lord.

’Tis this a fault of mine or something deep?

Perhaps Thou wish me ere close, linked by cord?

Yea, when I pray, Thou list’ full well, yet keep

Me struggling with the prayer (though sent to Thee).

If mood stay blissful all the time, perhaps

Complacent I become, and not then see

So clearly what transpires in truth:  I lapse!

When mood doth drop, I do pray more, my God.

’Tis natural, I think, and I hope good.  

When thoughts do turn to Thee, my way not hard.

I need more often turn to Thee–if could.

My mood dost send me to my knees in prayer.

My prayers sincere doth let Thee know I care!

10/13/2022; revised 2023