My Prayer for 2025

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My Prayer for 2025


My Prayer begins for you and those you hold dear

May Love and good health fill your entire year

For all my family and friends both near and far

May blessings fill your year, wherever you are.

Let this year bring, Love to all

and help the walls of hatred fall

May we open our hearts and hands unite

to turn the darkness into a guiding light

Oh, let this year bring less of hate, 

More kind words said and not berate.

May walls that divide begin to fall, 

And bridges rise to welcome all.

May cruel words halt before they're said,

 And kindness speak instead, widespread

May our prayers be the force for our nation’s guide,

Keeping our leaders closely by Gods side.

Grant wisdom, strength, and a heart that’s true,

To lead with justice in all they do.

May God’s hand of wisdom guide our presidents way,

Through trials that come with each new day.

May angels lead him from harm or strife,

May they guide him in protecting all unborn life.

Let every soldier, safely stay, 

Let war's destruction drift away.

No bombs to fall, no blood to spill, 

Let peace endure and hearts be still.

Let curious hearts replace our fears, 

And open minds dry bitter tears.

May cultures blend in harmony, 

In A world united, may all live free.

For those children trapped in homes of pain, 

May healing find their roots again.

May every parent’s prayer be heard,

Their cries for justice, each spoken word.

May trafficked children find their way back home,

From shadows of pain where they’ve had to roam.

Heal broken hearts, mend what’s been torn,

Restore the love for which they were born.

Keep families whole, not torn apart.

Restore the bonds of every heart.

Let struggling marriages re-ignite,

With passion's flame, rekindled light.

Let every lonely, homeless face, 

Find shelter, love, a warm embrace.

May elders live with dignity,

 In homes of care and harmony.

May addicts grasp a steady hand,

 To rise and walk on sober land.

Let souls whose mind, demons invade

be filled with light where darkess stayed

Let anguish, hopelessness and tormenting fade

and Hope and future plans be made.

Let No mother weep a daughter's demise, 

or miss a sons unheard suicide's cries.

May neighbors clasp each other's hand,

 And peace reign strong in every land.

Let estranged hearts come back home to heal, 

May those wounds transform to bonds of steel.

Let aging parents, in their final hour,

Find peace in the knowing, through prayers power,

That though their children wandered, hearts astray,

They’ve returned to God before the close of day.

Jesus, touch each soul this year, 

Bring faith and love to all who fear.

For every tear and mournful sigh, 

May joy replace, and hearts fly high.

Oh 2025, we lift our eyes

To loves pure light, where Gods grace lies.

May healing, hope and faith renew

and peace cover our planet like morning dew.

-Aimée P. Farrell

1/1/2025

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My prayer begins for you and those you hold dear,

MaMy Prayer vy love and good health fill your entire year.

For family and friends, both near and far,

May blessings find you, wherever you are.

My prayer begins for you and those you hold dear,

May love and good health fill your entire year.

Fr family and friends, both near and far,

May blessings find you, wherever you ar

Location: Minneapolis, MN 55408, USA

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