Prayer

Sometimes I almost want to shout out loud up to the sky:

‘Oh dear God, would not Thou grant me with freedom of my mind, with freedom of my soul, and of my heart? Oh dear God, would not Thou shine Thy light upon me, illumine and enlighten me, so I fear none and I fear nothing, so I worry not about the morrow, and I worry not about today, but rest my head into Thy lap, and sing the songs of angels?...’

Desolé

Pardon

Merci

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