A little prayer

April 8, 2015

I am nothing but flesh and blood.

I do as my flesh tells me to.

I fall in to my worldly desires

that I have forgotten

I even have spiritual needs,

well I guess that's why I'm here

in my moment of need

telling you of my longings.

I long for purpose.

This sack of bones, flesh,

and blood are tired

of existing with out direction.

Lead me to the river,

no but I must lead myself.

In my own journey,

it's not yours.

You know it all.

So I'll be on my way.

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