Prayer
On my knees, I fall
With raised head, I humbly call
The power of the divine
To help relieve my worry-laden mind
And my aching, unforgiving, bleeding heart
That's been pelted with sordid-wounding darts
Supreme healing I'm calling
Forgiveness I'm seeking and discernment I'm installing
O merciful most high
I long to draw high
On your right side is where I want to be
My soul with thee I pray to dwell eternally
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2023
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