Prayer of a Backslider

Let my hands still hold on You oh keeper of my soul.

My dreams hang around You but my will seems sold.

My heart is heavy for i'm reaping the setback I've sowed.

Please invigorate my being once again to lift up my soul.

For the battle is still and the reward is that crown of old.

How then lose I a portion I have for long wanted to behold.

Give me assistance anew oh loving Father.

Be it me among your children once again when there's a gather.

Oh mercy my Maker!

Let my prayer prompt peace within me.

For my heart war against my mind.

And fleshly desires being the mastermind.

If my crave for You can't win me your presence,

Consider the blood because it cannot lose it's essence.

For am he who was bought with the ever valuable blood.

In it am forever clad.

Wise Makafui Afun

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