Prayer of a lost son





Dear lord

It’s me, your lost son.
Darkness pulls at me and clouds my mind.
But as long as I can see your light, I will use it as a guide to find my way home home.
You opened my eyes and helped me see the evil of my ways, because I was blind.
Trying to hold on to my sanity and peace of mind, in this urban jungle on that endless grind.
So Dear God, please forgive these sins of mine.
And in you I know I will always find
Forgiveness and grace for all my lies
 And eternal life on the day I die.

Amen


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