upon my knees,
I beg of my Father,
in prayer.
It's for my family,
for my church,
for my nation,
please bless these.
Though the shadow,
of the crooked branches,
try desperately,
to reach my heart.
And the silver lined clouds,
cause me to doubt,
The wind whips,
And reminds me of your power.
The air which pushes,
the hair from mine eyes,
whispers sweetly,
keep your focus on Me!
3 comments:
Bless these indeed! Great Post!
Thanks for your comment at the Cafe. God bless! Carol
i just happened upon your blog... this is very lovely prayer :)
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