(reflection and prayer following a collection of cool atrocities)
My Soul and Lord Lord in my Life
What we all know:
Information, 24/7. Noise. Feelings frightened. Unthinkable Chaos [Nos, a mi képzeletünk meg van robbantva, rohadt, és aligha meglepünk]
Violence, nervousness, competition
Struggling. Damage. Retraumatisation. Misplaced life.
Inevitable. Implacable. Despicable.
You You You’re the mild of the world, expensive Jesus You’re the mild of the world, expensive Jesus Your spirits shine upon us into our world Your soul, your life, your glory, your love
. If Depart, Sir, be like . Change I used to be considering . my ideas
It’s essential to punish the intuition of my response. It's my humanity. My "knowledge".
Do it and relaxation it. To hearken to silence, sedimentation and reassurance of your voice.
Give me my reply, that I got here right here to make your mild shine upon me. And nothing else.
Such motivation and such empowerment can solely come from you. I would like you.
Bless the darkness, O Lord, which embodies his refuge. Let me see your mild.
To me right here to consider and behave as you imagined.
Be variety and compassionate to all individuals, always
Assist me who You have got achieved for me. At this time. All the best way.
Supply by Steve Wickham