A Sunday Prayer 07

D David Harris David Harris
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Dear Lord there is so many questions that plague our mind each day. We hear of wars fought constantly, each side declare God is with them. Oh Lord, how can this be? Who is right and who is wrong? Pray help me understand. A blind man when told he could have his sight returned. He refused to have it back, saying he did not want to see, the deprivation of man to his fellow man. Oh, Lord surely there has to be explanation. I pray to you to help me understand. If there is to be hope for the human race, we must understand each person’s problems; never turn our back to those in need. So Lord I ask you today, grant us with your eternal wisdom, so that we may understand and help, all of our fellow man, through their indignation and sorrow that so many face everyday. Send your fateful lightning to guide us on our way. We need your wisdom and guidance to help us each day through. Oh Lord, as you hear this prayer, grant it for us so we can show, others the road to heaven and happiness, And lead them into the safety of your open arms. Oh Lord, grant us also the wisdom of the answers to the questions that constantly torment our mortal mind.

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