Curse of the World

Curse of the world
Curse the day
Curse my woes
Curse them away
I never wanted this burden I bear
This burden, this burden, oh, I swear
It’s heavy, pressing, swelling, biting
Kicking, screaming, I’ll keep on fighting
To the end!
Omega!
When will it end?

I’m growing, I know,
but in all the wrong places.
My buttocks ballooning,
Mushrooming my face is.
Where to find my oasis?
Not in the kitchen,
For that’s where all my troubles began
The curse of my world.

April Murdock
About 1997

My Prayer

Lord, please help me be a better person tomorrow than I was today,
And help me chase all the bad spirits away.
Cast out the ones who argue and fight,
And those who tempt me to not do what’s right.

I’ll follow thy will, Lord;
Please show me the way
To return to thy fold
And be perfect some day.

April Murdock
about 1997

Think

Think
Of all the poor, starving, hungry, naked people in the world—

cold
barren
famished
anguish big-eyed
distended bellies hurt
shivering exposed denied
shoeless poverty devoid
impoverished hollow
trembling fruitless
pain and death
desolation
extinct

You want to buy new clothes?

April Murdock
About 1997

Make My Will Thine

Father, please tame the natural man in me
For I know he is thy enemy
Make my will thine

When my flesh is weak,
My future looms bleak
Make my will thine

In serving others,
I become my Father’s
Thy will is mine

April Murdock
about 1997