Dear Self....
Please God give me self control. Please dont let me feed my fancy. Give me discernment to know the difference between what I want and what I need, what I intend and what you purpose for me. Its so hard soemtimes to stay pure. when everything about the flesh seems so sweet because you created it good. But I know this is not my time yet so help me to rememebr this when it is most important. let not our familiarity breed contempt. Let your light shine through and be the binding glue in our friendship. the smell of fresh kisses is sweet as roses but fresh prayers kiss lips sweeter and more tenderly than the lips of any man. the taste of fresh whispers is like ginger tea over a suffering throat but the sound of praise songs is more soothing than even the most romantic ode. Please be the first man in my life. My first love. Please stay transfixed in my thoughts disambiguiating the real from the false, Please father. Plesae lord. give me strength.