Dear Daddy God, grant me a good heart. Make my heart soft again--sensitive to the people around me--the suffering. Lord, my heart was hardened by the constant toils and I feel I have lost a part of me that mirrors you. I have forgotten to see other's pain because of my own. If I am not destined for greatness, Lord, let my life at least be lived to ease the pain of those who are in sorrows deeper than mine.
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September 2014
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