When I Pray
Needing to repent, I humbly bow my head,
pleading to The Keeper of the sand.
Conceding to wisdom higher than I,
reading the Word, I pray to understand.
Feeding on bread and wine's divine power,
heeding to God's command to obey,
leading, the Spirit sustains me daily,
exceeding all expectations when I pray.
Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us,
Ephesians 3:20 NKJV
6-12-2021
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2021
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