My Soul Calleth

Prose

 

My Soul Calleth

 

My soul calleth out to thee in the night hours. Lift up ye heads ye mighty gates of eternity’s realm.  Hear your servant and hearken to my voice.  I kneeleth in the morning dawn, seeking your favor, and again as the sun rises high at noon.  Oh Lord grant me your blessings.  Your good and faithful servant lifts up her voice unto you.  I wear the breast plate of righteousness, and the helmet of salvation, as I walk on your path of salvation. Walk with me through the tribulations of this life, and then help me cross the crystal sea at the end of my days.  Reach out your hand oh Lord envelop me in the strength of your arms.  Cradle me as a babe, lost in a sea of fear, surrounding me in the gentleness of you embrace, and wipe all tears from my eyes.   

 

 

Reviews

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This is so wonderful and touching and inspirational.
I enjoyed this write.