prayers for the lost.

An old foe

Why must you torture me like this?

I wish only to live in peace

To be happy and free.

Yet you my old foe.

Wish me dead.

Wish me sorrow.

Wish me fear.

What have I done to wrong you?

And even when you beat me to the ground.

I will not falter on my quest for rest.

So continue, for one day

I will make you Parrish

From this world forever.

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Amen.