MY PRAYER

 

Truth inherent in thee
That is what I seek
What is thine to be in me
Lord just make me meek

My iniquities make me weak
Sin an antiquity so new
If only I could shut my beak
I am sure to be among the few

Oh the desires of my flesh
If only it could satisfy my fill
When I could my life make fresh
Yahweh, it is your will

Born and reborn, every first day of the week
God, I am sick and it is chronic
As the blood of life in me do leak
Lord, help me unravel the trick

You saved my life at a cost
But Lord I am still poor
God, in this world, I am lost
This life is war

Jesus Christ, what is my fate?
In your bosom, I want to lie
I want the narrow gate
In your blood, I want to die.

Through Jesus Christ I pray
Amen

NB: Not to be used as a model prayer