The original title was Worship. I wrote this for English, just got it back today, and LOVE it. So, I thought I'd post it here. There is no scheme, other than I chose to end lines where I wanted.

The poem is about the experience that five of my friends had, after one of the monthly worship meetings that my highschool puts on. One of them said, I think this isn't done, after the worship time ended. She, and 4 others went to pray. On sunday, two days later, they had called the youth pastor. They talked about what happened, and I wrote a poem about it. During their prayer time, they started at 9 and ended when they were kicked out because the church HAD to close. They didn't want it to end, but it had too. When they were praying, God met them, in a more real way than he would normally. They could feel his presence, and I could tell they weren't speaking anything but truth.

The only thing that saddened me about this, is that I almost stayed, but I chose to go home instead. Its alright though, I have a feeling that I wasn't ready at the time to go through it. I wasn't seeking enough.