Morning Prayer

" I confess to Thee ... " Lord God, be not angry — see what has become of Thy child among strangers. . . . Burdensome years, many lands, I no longer remember the morning prayer .
" I confess to Thee ... " I have forgotten. And all for the sake of a clean bed, rest and food. Endlessly I have suffered, until my prayer has somehow changed .
" I confess to Thee ... " Come to meet me. I went to search for Thee on crooked roads. I am young as yet and inexperienced — easily strangers could lure me .
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Mark Schweid
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