UNformed
Grant us your unending peace. with benefits to your grace as we continue our race. Guiding us at every pace. Shed on us the glorious light. We ask for vision to our sight. To make our days very bright. And see us through every plight. Those were his mother’s favorite prayer. She would say them before going to the market and even on the road. She said them while mixing her favorite tasty tom and white rice. She would say them while answering her phone calls. She would say them before going to bed
