My love is sometimes
hard and cold.
I pray that I may
die to self and
live for Christ
so that His
supernatural love
may pour through
me to others,
to His praise and glory.
Give me the grace
to love my enemies
as Christ loved those
who nailed Him
to the Cross.
Help me to say
with Him, Father
forgive them,
for they do not
know what
they are doing.
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Thursday, March 11, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,forgiveness,love,grace