A whisper soft, a silent plea, To the strength that resides in me. Not asking for a magic cure, But the courage to endure. For wisdom to discern and know, Where my true spirit needs to go. A grateful heart, a humble bow, For the peace I’m finding, here and now.
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Language of Prayers
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A whisper soft, a silent plea, — To the strength that resides in me.
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