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My Last Prayer

Lord

I am becoming a dangerous man...

I cannot breathe your light,

I do not know where I stand.

It is not like I needed to ask permission

to live or believe in your religion;

the one I was raised with.

 

Lord

I betrayed myself with a weary prayer.

I yearned for remission.

I was haunted by a guilty conscience, filled with monsters;

was not ever warned that it was all just nonsense!

 

Lord I am confident.

I cannot include you with the decisions I make,

By myself I will learn from my own mistakes.

No longer can I pray that my wishes come true,

I believe in myself more than I believe in you.

Amen.

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christopher-rossi
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Apr 19, 2011
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© Christopher Rossi, April 20, 2011

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