A letter to God.

Dear God,

I first wish to thank you for the   gift of life thou has given me since childhood to this far. I know the sacrifice given and the many hours of intercession used daily by your son Jesus on behalf of a sinner such as me, to bring forth yet one more request that I should live one more minute. I have not loved you enough nor prayed enough despite the favors you are bestowing upon me. I have not shared this your wondrous pardon with my fellow friends, neighbors and the world at large. Instead of sharing this your marvelous joy, I, like Jonah spend all the gifts you have given to me in terms of time, money and talents doing my own things and selfishly keeping the sharing part to myself.

Dear God, today I prayed in the morning that you be with me all day long, I knew I had conversed all my secrets for the day or so I thought. At four I had sinned enough to deserve death. I felt angry at a friend, I looked lustfully at the lady who went past me, I didn’t share my food with that little girl, I looked at the nakedness of a woman and this led me to uncontrollable body reactions and then you again gave me another chance to live. Lord, there is this besetting sin that I have always brought to you in supplication and prayer, I have always trusted that you hear me and will by your power help me overcome. My committing rate is declining, but dear savior, I earnestly yearn that you take it away completely soon because every time I realize I have fallen into it, the heaviness of heart and spirit makes me weak and I feel that the death I deserve should take me. However, lovingly as you are, you give me yet another chance to live. Teach me to trust fully in you, teach me to love you, teach me how to pray and how to pray enough.

You have instructed me how to live a righteous life dear savior, but I have not lived to that standard. I in every day watch that you have told me not to. Every day I listen to that you have warned me against. I talk that that is not expected of me. I behave contrary to the standard you have set for me. I am tribal, racial and discriminatory; in fact I look upon some of your lovely children. I judge many. I misuse my body which is your holy temple. I do all the nasty things making me weak vulnerable to the snares of satan. Forgive me for all the above.

This day dear lord, hold my hand, teach me all your ways and help me walk with them. Let me love all your children equally. Teach me to walk in the divine path so that I can see with thy divine eye and that I may have a heart to love all humanity; that I may have a divine mouth to utter hope and a divine hand to provide strength to those left lonely and give to those that lack. I desire that my family be a heaven on earth and a sermon to behold by your people. Above everything, I desire that you look upon me and remark, “this is my child, indeed he has done his best and welcome me to dine with you in the courts of heaven.”

Thank you for the love, grace, peace and blessings. Answer my request dear Lord, Amen.

Yours faithfully,

Geoffrey.