Dear Lord

I try to humble my self when I talk to Him
... with my new jeans by Fendi
and that jacket - Guess Denim ,
I kneel down,look at the heavens and sing
because before him am just the raw flesh and lost soul within...
I never get it right I tell Him,
I seldom pray - keep forgetting,
But not once has he forsaken,
A typical human being,
is what I keep saying,
only Thanking you when i know am winning.

I know how it feels when you are not loved in return so Imagine 
How the Lord feels with all the love He's giving
And yet not even an ounce of Glory and praise returneth,
Not even a single Thank you for his Loving 
Am heartless Lord Forgive Me,
Am a Lost soul, Lost Sheep yet So pure i keep Pretending,
Dear Lord am a mess, the right path is what am seeking,
Help me keep my eyes open when its your word am reading,


To others I want to be a blessing,
not a curse,
I want to be a prayer leader not Cheer leading,
So Lord, Forgive my Ignorant Arrogance,
My pride,Earthly Swag I don't want to be caught in the aftermath disaster,
I want to be among your selected ambassadors,
Singing you praises, Jumping high up shouting Glory Galore,
Loving you like i have never loved before,

Help me be a better person,
Help me be a good example,
Now I know your Grace is all i need,
Your word in my hear forever I'll keep.
And may everything happen according to your Will.



.....................That's my prayer..............

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