He yearns for our attention. He begs we’ll hear His plea.
He longs for us to notice. He prays that we will see.
He wants to send a message. There’s something He must say.
He’s trying to get through to us. He’s desperate to convey.
How much He wants our love, our regard and adoration;
How much He needs our love, our respect and admiration.
He feels loved when we’re grateful, when we appreciate
The blessings He bestows on us and stacks upon our plate.
He feels loved when we’re thankful, when He’s held in high esteem
For all He gives and grants, supporting what we dream.
How much He wants our love, our regard and adoration;
How much He needs our love, our respect and admiration.
He wants to send a message. There’s something He must say.
He’s trying to get through to us. He’s desperate to convey.
He yearns for our attention. He begs we’ll hear His plea.
He longs for us to notice. He prays that we will see.
-Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2008
www.poemeopathy.com
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