A Sunday Prayer 13 Poem by David Harris
A Sunday Prayer 13
Dear Lord of all creation,
as I pray to you today.
I pray not for myself,
but for all those lost souls within our world.
For those who feel themselves
not worthy of any mortal standing.
Those who are so convinced by their mind
that they haven’t any friends.
Those who are constantly persecuted
by their own thoughts of weakness
that they fear the company of others
and even fear at times to venture outside.
I pray to you to let them know
that it is only in their mind.
To urge them to rejoice with people
that they do not know,
for there they will surely find friends
they never dreamed they ever had.
Please Lord for my sake help them all today.
This makes me think about the little old lady across our road from us and how she may be spending her Christmas, I think that it's time I asked Thanks friend, , your poem reaches out, , , , 'REALLY' Love duncan X
Nice prayer to let your spirit voice speak louder than mental illusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I hear you brother and I'm praying with you this morning. My Sunday prayer is also posted, the Lord will hear our voices loud and clear this morning. Jesus is in our midst and I thank him for his glory and his never ending story. Beautiful words this Sunday morning my brother.--Melvina--