Lord, forgive me for I am weak.
This world demands, pushes — is relentless in sin. My response is not always as it should be.
I feel weak, tired and sad. Such hate. Such anger. Where does it stem from? Such evil circulating with varying false masks of deception.
I puff up, angry too. I shout back, hate for hate. I am weak.
Lord, give me the strength needed for compassion. The heart needed for grace. Grant me the eyes and ears to be aware of Your Truth.
God, cloak me in your armor and let me not waste it. Let me wield the sword of the Spirit with accuracy and boldness. Let the belt of truth wrap me tightly, and may my faith create a mighty shield of protection and reflection.
I am weak, Lord. And I need you.