Inspired by Psalms 51
To the land of the living, to love and light,
Do I now with hope and gratitude return.
Praise you, Creator of New Beginnings,
Who sends up tender shoots in spring!
The dark time of winter now fades,
Your hand rolls away the door of my tomb,
Piercing the void with streams of light
That illuminate my darkest recesses.
Let blossom in me a clean heart.
Put a new and right spirit within me.
Restore me to the joy of life and grace.
Root me here and now in love.
AA Step 7—We humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.
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