Lord, your love blows through me like it's trying to get to someone else.
I have hatred.
I have been injured.
I have doubt.
I am in despair.
I have darkness.
I have sadness.
Oh Divine Master, grant that I may be consoled,
that I be understood, that I may be loved.
Give to me that which I wish to receive:
that I may have what it takes to forgive
so that I may have peace in eternal life.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment