Lord, I Pray...A Poem by M. C. Pehrson
Make of our homes
a place Where Your love
dwells; Through patient
ways may Angry thoughts
dispel.
Remove the sin
that binds Our foolish
hearts, Heal hurtful
wounds that Careless tongues
impart.
Let bitter words
make way For cordial acts, Change lies that
harm to Naught but kindly
facts.
May your good
grace descend And soothe our
pain, End every conflict So that calm
remains.
It is by loving
that We come to know The gracious gift
of peace That you bestow.
© 2017 M. C. Pehrson |
StatsAuthorM. C. PehrsonRedding, CAAboutI was born and raised in Southern California, and now reside in the northern part of that state. Over my lifetime I have penned more than 100 stories within the original Star Trek universe (available .. more..Writing
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