A Sunday Prayer 11

D David Harris David Harris
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Dear Lord I am coming today to you for some answers, which keep plaguing me. Answers for which you can only give. Why it is each time you seem to open a door for me, yet when I reach it to go in, the door slams in my face. So many times in my life this has happened, my life of joy one minute is lead to despair the next. Yet to my friends the door stays open for them. It makes me feel like crying instead of carrying on. I give my unconditional love to everyone, friend and foe alike. Yet your love like my late parents keeps turning me away. What have I done so very wrong you want to deny the goals I seek in my life? I cannot deny you have given me things, a loving wife and family friends from all over the world. Therefore, why then do you deny my dreams of a better life, and dash them every time they come close. Dear Lord you know the answers, please help me to understand. Because without those answers I do not feel any kind of man. So I am turning to you Dear Lord help me understand.

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