Lord

Lord, I need your comfort, 

my heart is filled with despair 

somehow, I know you are listening 

because I know you care. 

 

Lord forgive my transgressions, 

some big and others small 

sometimes I am not strong enough 

when I make a judgment call. 

 

Lord I am so weary, 

my eyes have wept so long 

I find myself always asking 

Where did things go wrong? 

 

Lord, I know you hear me, 

I can feel your loving arms 

how warm and safe they are 

keeping me from harm. 

 

Thank you, Lord, for our talk, 

I can always trust in you 

No matter how bad it gets 

You are there to see me through. 

 

Amen~
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Koven Avatar
August 19, 2014 at 8:54 PM
An erotic woman with a spiritual nature. I would like to hear more from your spiritual side, Jess. There is a sadness coming from within that I sense. Perhaps it is just my imagination but I don't think so. Allan
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August 19, 2014 at 9:31 PM
Allan, Thank you for you comment. Yes I believe in God, and am thankful for everything he does, also I have a sensual side. I may not go to church, but I am okay. This poem..well it just came to mind one day, so I wrote it. I think perhaps everyone has a moment or two that even a simple prayer can help. I will try to write some more, but there are a few others I Believe on here. Thanks again, Jess :). P.s. I don't want you to think I hard core churchy, that would be a lie. But to say I don't believe or that I'm not thankful and mindful, would be a bigger lie. I am okay however, no sadness here except for my Mom who will be gone 9 mths on the 27th and Father In-law 9 mths next month.
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