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To the Creator of Life -
The Father of Love.
To the God of my heart,
in Heaven above.
I do not come to beg;
for this is not a request.
I didn't bring a list of sins -
that I came to confess.
Lord I stand in your presence -
to give you thanks.
Just as Jesus did -
standing on your river banks.
I thank you for my life,
and the days that I see.
I thank you for the ability -
to be all I can be.
Thank you for giving me peace,
when I become angry and tense.
Forever I will be grateful,
that I'm blessed with good sense.
I thank you for my eyes;
to see the beauty you created.
Thanks for giving me time to change,
cause I know how long you waited.
And though I went astray
and lived my way....
You allowed no one to take my life,
but gave me another day.
So I'm grateful for the struggle,
the pain and tears.
Grateful for the experience through the years,
that helped me conquer my fears.
I thank you very much -
for the beautiful color of my skin.
Thank you for salvation -
and the power that's within.
I thank you for my family,
especially grandmother.
She introduced me to your word -
and set an example like no other.
Lord I thank you for my friends -
their love and care.
No matter how low I fell,
you made sure one was there.
Father I thank you with all my heart -
for your mercy and grace.
Thank you for the victories
in the battle that I face.
When all is said and done:
my ups and downs, good times and bad,
I thank you Most High Almighty Creator -
for the blessed life I've had.
Anthony Mungin
Today I humble myself before you -
in this Poetic Prayer.
I bow to the Greatest Lover in the Universe
because I believe you care.
I'm a living witness of your existence;
Let me now testify.
Man can create his own religion
but there's only one Most High.
You've spared my life many times,
even when I begged you to take me.
But now, I bless the day of my parents' passion
as you permitted them to make me.
My life hasn't been as good as it should've
and I'm the one at fault.
The love of the streets threw me off
then vanished when I got caught.
I couldn't see it then, but I see it now
when I used to creep through the night.
I'm alive today cause grandma prayed -
Lord, give him time to see the light.
I saw the glory of your goodness,
but just couldn't make that step.
Lord God Almighty I was a fool
that needed help.
Now I ask you to forgive me -
for all the wrong I've done.
Wash me with the Blood of the Lamb,
and robe your prodigal son.
Give me the enthuse to pray...
for the young and the old.
Take the bad attitude out my heart,
and the ego out my soul.
Grant me with the wisdom you gave King Solomon,
and the courage of King David.
Then I can be brave to tell the Yeast Masters:
"I don't want to hear it, so save it!"
Correct me and discipline me,
but permit no one to kill me.
For Lord, you are my shepherd, I shall not want
here's my cup; fill me!
Anthony Mungin 04/24/99
Great God of all gods,
My King of all kings.
Merciful Father of glory -
Creator of all living things.
In the name of the Prince of Peace -
Lord Alpha and Omega...
I come in prayer through Jesus Christ,
Your Son - My Lord and Savior.
I wish I knew myself -
as explicitly as you know me.
Enigmatic, yet indisputably -
I remain my own mystery.
I've felt like a tourist of righteousness;
inconsistency had taken toll.
To walk the narrow path in this age -
is not an easy role.
My faith in You won't allow me -
to doubt You or prevaricate.
Your accuracy and glorious blessings -
I could never calculate.
I don't need any evidence -
proving You exist at all.
But what I need is Your attention,
and to hear me when I call.
Strengthen me with self-control,
let Thou angel protect three.
Until I've grown in Holy maturity -
angel, "fight what is blind to me!"
Electrify me with the Holy Spirit,
to be an effective witness.
Let me expose by the Spirit of Truth -
that the atheist theory is senseless.
Father, hear my poetic prayer -
and accept my praise.
Straighten my ways -
and lengthen my days.
I intercede for my country -
that all nationalities be of one team.
For this is my vision of love -
my prayer and American Dream.
Anthony Mungin 11/9/99
Bless the womb for a child has been born
in the middle of the dawn
He's blessed with the seed of permission
to take the truth and pass it on.
A time will come when he shall fall,
but not lose his sight.
On his knees, in the Blood of the Lamb,
is where he's taught how to fight.
The poison of self-destruction
was embedded in his way.
Yet, adversity has it's mystical ways -
to teach how to pray.
All the while the clock ticks,
and the sign of age is revealed.
The scars of the heart from yesterday's -
has miraculously been healed.
Now wisdom is sought, the soul is hungry -
aging has become a blessin'.
But if I shall die before my time -
show me where's the lesson.
"Look how much time has passed,
and how much do I have?"
"How did I get to death row,
from chillin' on the Ave?"
With all the strength in my spirit;
I shall not fear the clock.
Just let me complete my part in Thy plan -
before you let it stop!
Anthony Mungin 04/26/99
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