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For You, Lord

Lord,

Move my pen. Write with me to get my message out. People need to hear all of what I have to say and to grasp the underlying plea. Keep my pen moving, I pray.

Holy Spirit, guide me. Keep me on my course. Help me to put words down in a way that readers are blessed, for that is my intention.

In words that become difficult, I pray that you will put your healing hand on my sorrows that I may continue in this mission.

I know you love me and are my counselor, who leads me through all things. I will rely on your light and your prompting to pour my heart out on paper. I know this task is ordained by you and therefore blessed.

My Lord, in my spirit, I see the garden of Gethsemane with you seated, me at your knee. My spirit and yours are one as I worship you always.

Through you, I can shine and only through you, my bright and morning star.

Lord, you know my heart, and my heart is to see that my grandchildren make it in this world. Please hold my daughter close; she is wounded. I feel led by you to write this book and to help others. Lord, is my reasoning sound? I pray for your guidance always. I pray for salvation for my three. I must lift you up in my message, so hear me oh Lord as I submit my gifts and talents to you.