The genealogy of my genes.

The design of my DNA.

The plans of my primary perspectives.

You know the deep wounds of my demise.

The words locked, blocked and diverted by the spirits monitoring every frequency of my thought processes.

All I ever ask for, is that you hear my groaning.

My mourning.

My every little prayer I try to utter every morning.

Complete them Lord… Hear them… See them… and revise every word within my heart.

This is my daily prayer, that which I say with a teary smile!

Hear me now!

Deliver me from every snare.

Release me from every dare…

Forgive me for every blur.

Cleanse me from every flaw!

Protect me from every jaw.

Cover me from all the blockings.

You have always heard my loud silence.

You’ve carried me in your wings in every journey.

Guided me even from the dragons belly.

When I cannot pray, listen to my soul.

And when you renew my strength, and take me back to the times I could hear your voice, I will continue to do your work the way I know best.

I thank you for granting me the opportunity to know you. Never take your Spirit away from me.

Open my heart once more, so my mouth can continue to worship you once again.

Release me back to praise and worship. You alone have allowed this isolation… Now show up in my heart as the Prince of Peace!

See me through once more… Though my strength is gone. My Faith remains still… once again.

I still believe I could still be healed!

The genealogy of my genes, and the design of my DNA.

All to you is what I am left to give. I know you can once again see me through.