Dearest Lord Jesus,
I confess to You that I have sinned. I asked Santa for help but all He did was ignore me - kind of like Ezekiel does - and everyone else. (Except the horses. I always have the horses)
I hope You will be pleased with me during the upcoming year of 2017. Can you share some of what will happen in the new year?
Anyone you know getting married, maybe? Anyone moving to Iowa? Will Gwyneth Paltrow get an Academy Award in the next ten years?
What can I do to make you COME, LORD JESUS? We are all longing for our Heavenly Home. (John 14:2) (Rev. 22:12)
BrotherLarry