The things You show me
I don’t always like, But You know what we need; Learn from the rod’s strike. I am full of Oh so many flaws… Instead of solutions, Damage they cause. Please continue To be patient As You were with Israel of ancient. Thank You for Your loving kindness As we aspire To Your likeness. Your wondrous mercy We don’t deserve; Yet You still use us, Imperfect as we serve. In Your infinite wisdom, Extending Your grace, Continue to grow us and Lead us in what we face. Your great plans no one And nothing can diminish; The work You started You will finish. Comments are closed.
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