My Lord
My Lord see my confused trail
And how often upon this track I fail;
Confuse the forces that do my motion assault,
And blot my every egregious fault.
Yes, Lord bless thy servant's child upon his knees;
Elevate his sight beyond all dwarfing bliss,
That he may be counted among the brave
And his preordained mission preserve.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2010
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