A Sunday Prayer 13

D David Harris David Harris
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Dear Lord of all creation, as I pray to you today. I pray not for myself, but for all those lost souls within our world. For those who feel themselves not worthy of any mortal standing. Those who are so convinced by their mind that they haven’t any friends. Those who are constantly persecuted by their own thoughts of weakness that they fear the company of others and even fear at times to venture outside. I pray to you to let them know that it is only in their mind. To urge them to rejoice with people that they do not know, for there they will surely find friends they never dreamed they ever had. Please Lord for my sake help them all today.

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