A PRAYER FOR PROTECTION

by Anu Thomas 20:46 0 comments

His holy and friendly hand,

Pulled me out of the deadly quicksand.

I was fatally ill.

The one I trusted most

Was the one to kill.

O God, declare me innocent,

Bring me back to your sacred hill.

Let my prayers be pleasing to you, as floral scent.

Not mine, O Lord, I want your will.

-ANU THOMAS.

In my darkest valley, I cried out to you. The moment I cried, "Daddy!"; I got my Breakthrough...

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