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                            PRAYER                                       
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               Dear Jesus, I've forgotten how to fly.                    
                                                                         
               My dreams have crumbled in the night.                     
               Surrounded by purple ranks of boredom and sloth           
               I've surrendered to sleep and fantasy,                    
               Guilt-ridden and numb,                                    
               I nod acquiescence                                        
               To their sluggish onslaught.                              
                                                                         
               Forgive my selfish prayers, Lord,                         
               For they echo a tired litany of lust and wants            
               That I make no move to fulfill on my own.                 
               I scream for sunshine while locked in my room             
               Pounding on a door, that I make no effort                 
               To open.                                                  
                                                                         
               How can I see so clearly,                                 
               But still fail to act?                                    
               Precious Jesus, I've forgotten how to fly.                
                                                                         
               No more shall I ask for love                              
               To be handed to me like a prize                           
               For suffering endured.                                    
               I will not find her that way.                             
               Instead,                                                  
               I beg for strength,                                       
               To be able to stand up, and find what I need,             
               On my own.                                                
                                                                         
               My saviour, teach me how to fly.                          
                                                                         
               Copyright (c) 1992 Todd Rokholm                           
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