I may not know how to pray
But I know you hear every word that I say. My conversations with you are long and nice After all you are my Christ. When we last spoke you showed me the world through your eyes A world of heaven and paradise. At that sight I wished it could be mine But to do so your word must become my spine. Every day I worked hard on getting there But the devil fooled me with his deceptively gentle stare. When I looked at him he told me to approach He said he would train me and be my coach. As I took the first step darkness start to take over It was hard to breath; I wanted it all to be over. I don’t understand how you broke the spell But once again you saved me from Hell. The moment you called my name I found the missing particle of air Not only for my lungs, but for heaven for which I need to prepare. Every day I talk to you asking if I am worthy to stay by your side Telling you about parts of my life and that I no longer wanted to hide. Every day I go through trials knowing that you are standing by And that I am safe no matter what the devil will try.
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AuthorHey! I am Rita A. Saikali. This is my humble experience with my wonderful Jesus. Thank you for reading. Archives
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