Monday, January 06, 2003

fathomless your endless mercy
weight I could not lift
where do I fit in this puzzle?
what good are these gifts?
not a martyr or a saint
scarcely can I struggle through
all that I have ever wanted
was to give my best to you

Lord search my heart
create in me something clean
you see flowers in these weeds

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