Abba,
Tomorrow when I wake . . .
May I yield the dreams that I have dreamed to you without regret.
May I have more courage to remember and more wisdom to forget.
May I rejoice in another's honor and never think to covet.
May I hear my friend's grim struggle and not think myself above it.
May I do the small things well, my God, because they are the great ones.
May I on narrow roads dwell, my God, because they are the straight ones.
May I love when it costs me something, and think not to retreat
May I hear when you call me, Abba, and come with ready feet.
Thine
All Clear!
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Of all the memories, experiences and things I brought back from Uganda, I
have managed not to bring Malaria with me. I was so happy I had to share it
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15 years ago
1 comment:
Your poetry nourishes my soul and fills my heart with joy. May God grant you all that you ask.
GG
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