Sacred Prayer


O my soul return to me
the love and innocence that I once have
restore this broken beauty and fallen youth.
Pure out the spirit of truth into
spoken tongue that only Angels comprehend.
Let me transmit eternal and divine love
just to let go all fear.
For every time I die-
I am reborn.
I hear a celestial voice whispering to my ears,
‘‘The magic is within, Child,
inside yourself is the temple of GOD-
accept and embrace this destiny
in accordance to the prophecy of Isaiah.''
Let me believe in the supernatural that a
child can defeat and triumphant over its misery.
I proclaimed,
the word I AM.

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