Monday, March 9, 2015

Writing to God: Day 17

I Thessalonians 5: 12-24
Unceasing Prayer

My prayer is the wind that blows on a spring day -
I don't always know where it came from,
I rarely know where it goes.
But I am certain God moves it to the places where it is most needed - for a gentle lift.

O God, carry my prayer of love through your world today.  Amen.

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