Dear Lord,
I slam my pains upon You; my worries do You carry away. When I feel shame, You bathe me in Your sacrificial offering, protected under the feathers of Your wings am I. Thank You Beloved Master, for giving me the capacity to recall what is good during times of sorrow, to be thankful during times of loss; for in You abides my trust, my hidden hope, the favor You have shown me is but a glimpse.
Keep me from evil and protect me from wrongdoing. That carnal man is still present, and he rages against You. Be not far from me; so long as I maintain humility, vanity cannot consume me. Thanks be to You Lord and Sustainer. I court Your Wisdom, that we may be more intimate friends. In the name of Christ. Amen
Larry Word
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