My shame is 
held forgetfully
to pray for strength
and energy.
Why do I pass up
my chance, to ask
for his blessing
as I face my task.
To suffer through life 
shamelessly 
when He could have helped 
so easily.
If I would have just
called out his name,
in reverence
and not in vain.

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