conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

prayer

Posted January 30, 2004 @ 5:44pm | by Tripp

Mmm...what a day. Intense conversations about church, preaching, the social security system with a homeless guy, leadership issues with my pastors...I am beat. So, now I go home, eat, turn around, go to rehearsal...whoo! My soul's Healer, Keep me at even, Keep me at morning, Keep me at noon, On rough course faring, Help me and safeguard My means this night. I am tired, astray and stumbling, Shield me from snare and sin.
 
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