Here I go again, Lord.

Ever the Prodigal, losing sight of you.

Listening to the demons and eating with the pigs.

You offer an inheritance, the love of Abba, a future.

Yet I stumble, I fall.

“Pleasure” is as the vapor and endures for a short while, but then fades away.

Forgive me Father and strengthen me your servant, your son.

Help me draw close to you with a great embrace, to resist the devil so he will flee from me – and from thee protecting me.

Save me Lord.


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