Lord Jesus,
I'm not perfect,
nor am I close to being.
I try to live for you,
but fail every waking day.
The world is full of problems,
but can anybody stop them,
since the judges are the worst of all?
Hate is the growing crime
of this world that forgot to love.
Wars are growing in number
and deaths mounting on your land.
With that said, I ask you today,
if I can do something to change their ways,
to help a world falling from grace?
Showing them love
and how it heals all things.
Not caring about religious beliefs
or even the color of the skin,
but love that extends to all.
No matter the stereotype,
nor the judgment.
A love to end all wars,
Lord Jesus,
Give me this cure.
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