O My Lord, there is no one vaguely like Thee,
Who has the ability to forgive me of my iniquity.
Failure to accept Your grace is a sin of pride,
since Your presence within me, can divinely reside.
Forgiveness is a powerful weapon for my wounded soul,
when I recognize that only You can truly make me whole.
Help me Lord, to rightly walk in love without hypocrisy;
help me observe the Christ - in everyone I meet and see.
Donít allow poor, quarrelsome behaviors to rise up in me,
for ungodly uproars may create opposition to Godís decrees.
Remind me to be kind, gentle and tender-hearted to those,
who still suffer under the weight of sinís deathly throes.
In the remainder of my days, I will continually confess,
that Iíve been cleansed of all traces of unrighteousness.
Despite my human imperfections, my spirit wonít be riven,
knowing that I am greatly blessed andÖ still forgiven!
Loosely based on:
Matt 20:25-26; Acts 10:38
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Logic, when applied to people, fails miserably! --Joseph J. Breunig 3rd