Lord, its me coming to you to be made whole.
Lord, its me asking for a recipe for my soul.
Blend in some patience, what I need to handle my home.
Mix in your comforter sent that I might not be alone.
Stir in some love needed to show the world that I am of you.
And Lord don't let me forget to shake in your word, the truth.
Lord, crush in my heart forgiveness needed to live a healthy life.
Shake in some righteousness needed to live right.
And Lord, where you see fit throw in some of your mighty rewards,
and give me some strength, enough to keep up my guards.
Lord, be gentle in sparing the storms given to me.
For I know to suffer in Christ is to reign with thee.
And after all is said and done and the recipe is all complete.
I pray that in your sight, I'm right, and accepted by thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Crystal! This is a great poem! I enjoyed reading it!