Poem by Shawna Brackens-Maggard
Lord please use the delicate tool of the
Word to restore sight to our blinded eyes.
Allow the bluriness to cease so that
we may become more focused on you each day.
We need to catch a glimpse of you, O mighty King.
Help us, I pray.
In Jesus Name, Amen.
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