Heather Mercy Poet Rhyme

Lord, God, Please

God, please help cleanse my soul
To last while I grow old
I yearn deeply to feel whole
To serve your kingdom is the goal

Lord, please save my spirit
Please cleanse my conscience to hear it
Your presence, I can feel it
Growing from my bosom, it heals it

Lord, please heal my broken heart
And aid in warding Evil off the chart
Temptation creeps in when life gets hard
But struggle solidifies Your guidance to hearken

You raise me up
During ups and when it gets rough
You elevate my spirit to ascend up
My hunger for Divine Wisdom is not enough

In my soul, lingers an ache
Stemming a pain I can't wake
When will it break?
I pray the Lord my troubles to take

Amen.

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Stephan McBride June 7, 2023 at 4:39 PM How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God! Hebrews 9:14 NIV Love your poem of seeking the spirit to reign and dwell within: ) Heather Mercy June 7, 2023 at 8:17 PM Thank you. Your response inspired me to read that part of the Bible more.