Dear LORD in Heaven, I beseech You as humbly as I know how. Touch OUR hearts LORD. Open OUR dull understanding. Teach US to always be loving and kind. To be honest and forthright. To always say what WE mean and mean what WE say.
Yes LORD, expose all of the hard headed, hard hearted, sadistic, pathological liars that derive "delicious pleasure" from my excruciating pain. Entities planted on this good Earth to devoure the innocent, the righteous. Yes LORD, their own kin.
Snatch OUR blinders off LORD. Take OUR fear.
Heal the minds of the Color Struck racist that gleefully rank , gloat, sneer and look down on the poor, the needy, the helpless.
"Come by here LORD, somebody needs You!" -Rome Walters
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