Prayers
I WEAR MY SCARES AS ROSES OF COURAGE. I have bled for Thy Name; and for Thy Name’s sake I am willing ever to bleed. Like a mighty warrior, with gory limps, injured body, wounded honour, and a thorn crown of derision, undismayed I fight on. My scars I wear as roses of courage, of inspiration to preserve in the battle against evil. I may continue to suffer blows on my arms outstretched to help others, and receive persecution instead of love. But my soul shall ever bask in the sunshine of Thy Blessings, O LORD! Thou dost guide Thy soldier’s campaigns that conquer for Thee the lands of human hearts now oppressed by sadness. With the transfiguring sword of wisdom I smite the error foe. My army of freedom thoughts is disciplined by the divine martinet, Single hearted Devotion to THEE. Blowing trumpets of THY liberating Name, the battalions march into enemy-occupied territory: MAYA-deluded minds. May the legions of light banish the despot, Darkness-u