I have had a hard time understanding prayer
Whenever I pray, kind of a ritual
One eye closed with the other glancing at the wall clock in a haste to freedom
What seems like an hard work
But I do not have a choice, I want the devil hands off my soul
Even though it's hard to pay the price

Prayer is not a ritual
Neither something i must complete
But a love communication between my Father and I
That get my mind engaged with him all the time
I do not have to cry day and night
For I will soon wear out
Let my mind always set on the things above, till I reach the perfection of ceaseless prayer
And when I seek after Love and the spiritual things
I have more than what I desire