Dear Heavenly Father,
Flow within us a divine light. Provide us with the knowledge, judgement and guardianship to shield the weakend from the tyranny of oppressive forces. Guide our bodies, minds and spirits to stand in front of the injured... and to absorb the sickness and hostility of which they can longer manage. Lord, though your laws superceed those of laws of men, help us to seek humility and reverence... that your soverign guidance will keep governing fists in their gauntlets, and swords upon the altars of justice.
Amen.
About Me
- Scott
- I am done with the "pirate's life..." I packed up my little shanty cottage and moved north for greater adventure. It's the simple things in life that I value--and perhaps I can get back to my roots here in Georgia. If i was a beverage, you would take equal parts mohican, DeeDee Ramone, Nick Burns The Company Computer-Guy and Ace Ventura. Put that into a martini shaker with ice. Stir it like a mosh pit... but don't shake me like a baby--because that creates ice ships in the beverage that will end up diluting me. Then strain me into a cereal bowl. Don't waste your time with shapely and expensive glasses. I am built like a tub of popcorn and not delicate or presentable. Lastly, garnish me with some deoderant. I probably need some.
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