Jesus taught us how to pray
Still we try our own way
We ask for this, we ask for that
We tell Him what we need, and STAT
With a quick Amen we close
But seldom find sweet repose
If only we would first off praise
And intercession for others raise
Then stop and listen to the Lord
Peace would be our great reward
He would offer what we need
When to His will we do concede
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This is my first poem for National Poetry Writing Month. The prompt at NaPoWriMo.net is for a how-to poem.