Lord,
It’s your child. The one who needs you. The one who wants to want you more than I need you. It comforts me that as I write this, You know my thoughts, and what I write. When I’m speechless, You give words. You are the giver. The hope of my soul. In you, I’m whole and complete. Give me what you desire I have. May I be content with your gifts. Love each other.
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