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The Prayer of The Little Prince
Prayed to the Lord for help My rose wounds me Those thorns of hers pierce me through Too long have they grown Too long have I left them unkempt Pruning hurts her and I have no wish to wound her but now I am pierced Leave her I will not Just do me a favour Draw these thorns out And heal me for now The thorns will grow again But just heal me for now The Lord heard And listened The thorns He pulled out The pain He removed Even as the green shoots budded out menacingly He did not stop there But offered His Word My people wounded me Those thorns and nails of hers pierced me through Too long have they sinned Too long have they been in distress Death hurts her and I have no wish to see her without life So now I have to be pierced because leave her I will not Die in her stead I will Just do me a favour Love your rose And prune out her thorns I will heal you I will heal her Those thorns will grow again but come to me I will prune and heal you both Dying is painful but resurrection is always preceded by death Come to me And I will bring you Life
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