Alpha and Omega hear my cry
Listen to my prayers before I die
Forsake me not in my time of need
Forgive all my iniquities
Let not my sins of the past
Be remembered no more
Hide not thyself from thee
Father of all creation let me not wither away
Without your mercy and grace comforting me
Precious Saviour search me
Cleanse my thoughts and soul inside and out
Correct my wayward ways and spoil not thy rod
Today, have mercy on me and change me
Use thy creative hands to carve me into the beautiful butterfly and lion I can be
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Author:
Scarlette Patricia Howard (
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Comments2
A prayer in a poem recognizing human frailties and asking for help. Nicely done
A lovely write acknowledging weeknesses and through their faith asking for guidance
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