Poetry

THE LORD'S PRAYER

To the one true Creator The one that we call Saviour What name shall we call thee? None but Holy, Holy, Holy! May the manifestation of your presence Reveal itself in this present May your heavenly Word come to fruition In this earthly position We ask for Your daily provision As we are on this earthly mission Wipe away the the hurt and tears I cause As I try to do the same of course Take away these tempting thoughts As by your blood I have been bought The enemy then has no right So destroy his power by Your might And save me then, if You might

Matthew 6 v 9-13