morning prayer

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My dearest Jesus, Lord of all comfort, enthroned above the cherubim.

I kneel before you bringing nothing but tears of sorrow.  Here I am once more.  I feel alone and lacking aid.  This Sunday morning leaves me ambushed and I have yet to leave the house.

Help me, Jesus.

Comfort me.  Dry my tears.  Hold my hand and lead me across the grass.  Escort me into the sanctuary where, miracle of all miracles, I will hear again the glory of your mighty Name.

Thank you, my Lord, my friend, my King.

I love you.

 

 

 

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