"I have no doubts that when lost and looking for direction, your the one I could run to. In the quietness and coolness of a hard rain, thunderings of your voice, instills a calmness to my soul. Speak O Lord to your willing servant, that wants to take off these grown up pants, and return to diapers, where everything I think I know, can be scraped and you can teach me, cause I only know what you feed me, and I'm depending on you, to show me how to be more receptive, than always assuming. Many say life is hard, choices are constant, no way to go redue only live out and endure, the good, bad, and ugly. So, again I kneel, bow down at your feet, and ask that you receive me, not cause of love but for the relationship you established with me, before I was even a thought. You say I didn't choose you, but you choose me. I admit I was one of the ones that thonged you, beat you, spit on you, blasphemed your name, shouted the loudest to release "Barbarous." And, in the end, pierced your blemishless body, with 3 nails, watched in truimph to see you die. But, did you throw back any anger or cursings at me, no you loved me the more. That's what I ask of you more than anything, that you show me to have that kind of love, that covers multitudes of sins, cause I just can't do this by myself."
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