My Lonely Prayer
By Soul Churner
Praises be to the comforts Of your wisdom. You freely give them. In your grace I will not suffer. I am kept from falling under As you plunder me of my pillaging ways. You make me unswerving, Be more deserving. You purge me to be simple, Designing me as your temple. Completing me to be the ways Of your heart's desire.You may think the title doesn't fit, but this is my song for Him. It represents all that He has brought me out of. I don't like to be religious, but I do long to be thankful. Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 03:42 PM PST, wendy tyler 0 • 12
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