Dear God,
Grant me the will to correct my thoughts this day. To love myself. To love those around me.
Grant me peace, that comes from knowing that you care for my security and for my needs. You care how I feel and how I fare.
Help me love myself or begin to. I don't know what is hindering me.
Help me to see and know your love, if the time is right.
Help me to realize that I cannot place my hopes and my security in other people, or in circumstances that are ever changing, and ever moving in and out of my life.
But how can I place my hope, my trust, my security in you? O source of all goodness?
I need these other people. I need friends. I need loved ones. I need those who love and enjoy me. Why must I always have to part from them? Why does it hurt so much? Why is it unbearable?
How can I know your love and come to you? I cannot see you. I cannot touch you. I cannot hear your voice.
You're a mystery. A story. They say you're a person. They say you're Jesus. But I don't see a person. I don't see a person.
How can I trust you without seeing you? Without believing your words?
Help me to see you. Help me to understand your words. Help me to read them, for I do not desire it.
I don't know how much you could or would help me, but I ask it of you anyway.
Grant me the will to correct my thoughts this day. To love myself. To love those around me.
Grant me peace, that comes from knowing that you care for my security and for my needs. You care how I feel and how I fare.
Help me love myself or begin to. I don't know what is hindering me.
Help me to see and know your love, if the time is right.
Help me to realize that I cannot place my hopes and my security in other people, or in circumstances that are ever changing, and ever moving in and out of my life.
But how can I place my hope, my trust, my security in you? O source of all goodness?
I need these other people. I need friends. I need loved ones. I need those who love and enjoy me. Why must I always have to part from them? Why does it hurt so much? Why is it unbearable?
How can I know your love and come to you? I cannot see you. I cannot touch you. I cannot hear your voice.
You're a mystery. A story. They say you're a person. They say you're Jesus. But I don't see a person. I don't see a person.
How can I trust you without seeing you? Without believing your words?
Help me to see you. Help me to understand your words. Help me to read them, for I do not desire it.
I don't know how much you could or would help me, but I ask it of you anyway.
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