The Prayer of a SAINT

I need you to save me from myself,

I do the things I hate doing and hate myself for it.

Your words I try to hide in my heart,

That I may constantly run from evil;

Yet the more I try, the more I fail.

I’m a product of your compassion,

Yet I abuse your love and passion.

Countless times I pray to hold on,

But my flesh seems to have the better side of me.

My heart is pounding so fast, as I write,

Cos I don’t know if this is going to be my last,

I really hope it isn’t anyway.

Why was I born this way?

Is this an eternal curse or a passing phase?

Can I overcome this cross or I need a Joseph of Arimathea?

O my father, hear my cry and hearken to my desires

Take my back to the place where I once was

That place where I was at peace

 Airhunuoje Michael

Life Transformers Academy

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