God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
Thank you, Jesus,
for my lover,
my best friend,
the one my soul rests with.
Each morning I wake beside you in awe—
a quiet, holy kind of wonder—
knowing I am the luckiest person in the world.
Forever grateful,
I look at you and feel love bloom again,
deeper than yesterday,
truer with every sunrise.
With you I’ve learned what grace feels like,
what home feels like,
what forever can be.
And every day,
I love you more.
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Author:
Cam (
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Good write Cam. I think there may be some more to that prayer of the first stanza, but I forgot what it is! Unless it's another prayer with nearly, clearly, dearly in it - if you know what I'm waffling on about! lol.
A poem of gratitude and a prayer as such as well. Nicely crafted and worded
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