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.
Copyright © Heather Occhino | Year Posted 2023
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