I cry out daily...For guidance, strength, direction
My humble plea through the depths of selfish pride
Lord hear my prayers..Through the clouds of self deception
I pray Gods will be done as I cry...
I desire a heart full of love and compassion,
To lead me to your altar..To sit at your feet
I wander blindly in search of my passion...
To sit at your table...In the mercy seat
You reach me in places of darkness...And light
Pouring out Grace as a warm summer rain
My spirit is lifted...Restored is my sight
Healing balm relieves soul felt pain
Redemption a gift...
Repentance the price
Dying to live...
His Grace will suffice.

Danny Camacho