Prayer for the Saints

May the devil speak no fear into my soul,
or quiet my shouts of praise,
or extinguish the flame heaven's true calling has ignited within.
May passion and steadfastness abound,
And may my pace in the race to meet the savior be quickened.
May my path not be hindered by any obstacle,
but May the strings of grace pull me back into my place
upon the solid rock and on the straight and narrow path.

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