In the quiet depths of earnest prayer,
I lift my voice for you, a soul to bear.
May God, in mercy, reach across the miles,
Embrace you in struggles, where sorrow compiles.
Through hardships and shadows where darkness looms,
I beseech the heavens, dispelling gloom.
I feel your hurt, the desperation you wear,
Loneliness echoes in the silent air.
In faith and grace, our salvation lies,
A divine gift, not earned ‘neath earthly skies.
The sacrifice profound on Calvary’s tree,
Jesus, the savior, set our spirits free.
Yet, beware the notion that works alone suffice,
For salvation’s grace, a heavenly device.
Not through our striving, our labor, or deed,
But faith in Christ’s love, the soul’s deepest need.
Your plea for self-help, a misguided aim,
Contradicts the gospel, the truth we proclaim.
Salvation’s not earned through personal endeavor,
It flows from God’s grace, a ceaseless river.
In desperation, may you find the Light,
And cast away shadows that shroud your sight.
May the Truth of our God pierce through the night,
And lead you from darkness to the boundless height.
So let us pray for a soul misled,
That the grace of our Savior be widely spread.
May God’s love surround and help you see,
The gift of salvation, forever free.
WoPoLi 
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