My perception wears a veil and eludes my wretched path.
It is clear I can not trust my sences to serve lucidity.
I fall down on my knees and call " Lord guide me from this maze of decaying walls".He responds at once with Love and offers me His essence, the body and the blood.
My way has been clouded with the reality of The Fall.
Since Eden my flesh has warred, yearning to be consumed by evil and away from my true call.
A thousand times I stumble and a thousand times He calls.
Come to Me my child and rest in the busom of My love.
Receive the gift of grace as an offering for all that has been lost.
I'll not leave you nor forsake you, stand by you in times of doubt, hold you up when you are weak and fight for you at every turn.
This world is not my home, merely a place to collect lost souls.
Lord lift me when I've fallen and teach me to stand tall that I may shine my light eternal.
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