Monday, June 6, 2011

Pentecost comfort

Spirit, hear my prayer and come to me.
Your wings are made of light
and effortless is your flight.

My steps drag across the earth,
heavy with the muddy years,
staggering with the weight of fears.

Spirit, give me your gift of fortitude,
an eventide of boundless grace,
the strength to finish in the race.

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