Sunday, November 18, 2012

Oh Lord, how I look forward to the good things that you will bestow to me.   I wait, I wait for Your will oh Lord let me not run ahead of Your plans.  I wait for You, help me to endure this world that I'm set in.  Give me faith that I may see, grasp, and hear.  I need Your words and to hear Your voice bestowed to a prophet.  May I seek You with a pure heart, and without my flesh clouding my eyes.  May this small town girl get a handle on the flesh that rages within me.

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