My Prayer
I pray to be made whole.
I pray to be set free.
I pray to be filled.
Thank you for dying on Calvary.
I pray to be set free.
I pray to be filled.
Thank you for dying on Calvary.
My Prayer
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Typical Saturday in the Country | 3 | 12/03/2008 |
Intangible Woman | 2 | 11/29/2008 |
Foes of Ones' Household | 5 | 11/28/2008 |
Joel; The Apple of God's Eye. | 1 | 11/28/2008 |
My Prayer | 1 | 11/27/2008 |
What I Want From You | 5 | 11/27/2008 |
Herachio | 0 | 11/27/2008 |
My Desire | 2 | 09/25/2009 |
Hell! Hell! | 4 | 11/27/2008 |
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