When I am coming to the altar,
to You, so perfectly divine,
forgive me, Lord, my gracious Father,
that I am not a fruitful wine.
I am still lacking love and meekness
and storing bitterness inside.
Forgive me every sin and weakness,
my greediness and selfish pride.
You, on the cross, have all absorbed it
and made me clean before Your eyes.
You drew me to another orbit
by breaking my ungodly ties.
You've set before me milestones
to reach, dispelling gloom of night,
and yet, I am of flesh and bones
and only learning how to flight.
You are my strength, my deepest Hope,
and for Your promises I long.
Give me abilities to cope,
to be unwavering and strong.
Infuse me with Your Word, Your Spirit,
enabling me to understand.
Help to obey it, when I hear it,
and faithfully to hold Your hand.
22.10.2019
Prayer
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