My soul is wounded. Like a disobedient child, I heeded not your counsel and exposed the deepest recesses of me.
Lord God, I bleed as the mortally wounded, uncertain, if it be unto death.
I come before you now, as a prodigal son to his father. Forgive me Lord and heal my wounds.
Let this lesson be as a scar, to remind me to heed your guidance, Lord. Forgive me, I pray for the balm of Gilead. All this I ask, in Jesus name, Amen.
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