Adura

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(Prayer)

The day looks fair
Sunshine's not at her brightest,
Not sure what Weather would say,
Either way, I closed my eyes to pray.

Dear Lord;
The sky above looks clear-
just for now, later on, a storm?
I am not sure I am strong
enough on my own to conquer it all,
So…

...Give me the boldness
to face the storm,
Not cave when it comes,
So I may face my responsibilities
trusting in your sovereignty.

Give me the courage
to accept my faults,
Not deny them in fear of man,
So I may learn to apply wisdom
in the days to come.

Give me the humility
to acknowledge my wins,
Not to boast in them,
As though I am above all,
So my pride will not be my fall.

Let me rest in this truth
as the day goes by;
"Whatever comes my way,
You're in charge and it's alright".
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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