God,
Make my prayers like poetry,
Make my desires perfect, and my dependence absolute.
Give me words to speak, not to be heard but to communicate my hurt.
Give me eyes to see not weakness or suffering but the pain behind circumstance.
Let me be that which I'm created to be, not that which I desire but that which is desired of me.
That I may identify with the universality of a world torn from your presence.
That I may stand boldly behind my confessions aware of your sacrifice.
Aware that I falter, that I stray, that I fail, that I need.
Aware that yours is a language of love.
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Sometimes I ramble, especially when I feel pressured to come up with something interesting and descriptive but hopefully it's funny watching me try, also formatting is a really fickle mistress so sorry this looks all off but I got carried away with the description part here.
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