Beloved Jesus, we don't always know how or what to pray
Our minds become hijacked, unwittingly through the day
But one thing is certain, thru the fog of life
We ought to pray with every exhaled breath, day into night
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Strands Of Hope
PoetryPoetry, in the form of quatrain, meant to inspire, encourage, and lift the soul.
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Beloved Jesus, we don't always know how or what to pray
Our minds become hijacked, unwittingly through the day
But one thing is certain, thru the fog of life
We ought to pray with every exhaled breath, day into night