Prayer Room
There is a place of quiet and stillness.
It's a place of escape and spiritual rest.
It's a place to meditate, muse, and think.
It's a place to recall, renew, and remanence.
It's a place to vacate, relax, and wait.
It's where I deposit my heartaches.
It's where I admit that I am weak.
It's where I knock, search, and seek.
It's where I store my tears and weep.
It's my special place of worship and praise.
It's where the hands of my soul are raised.
It's where the knees of my heart are bowed.
It's where anxieties and fears are not allowed.
It's where war against all that's evil is declared.
It's where...
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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