In Love With The Lord

A Prayer for Enshrouded Lies

I will be forever in your arms, as you are in my heart for eternity. My heart is filled with joy, gathering from eternal truth, but I feel for the wrongs daily exposed… woe to enshrouded lies. Lord, seek out the sufferer in his darkest den, hidden from all eyes in silence and the awful modesties of sorrow. I feel it and I have learned to be just, erect and equalize. What we cannot reach by statute, draw each from the fountain of self-sacrifice.