The lost need You,
And so do Your sheep. I want to do Your will, Not be found asleep. To bare my heart and soul, So much I could have shared. Open and vulnerable, If I weren’t so scared. Better to be uncomfortable For a moment, Than to live in regret Or eternal torment. How many did I help Lead to You? Don’t ask me yet, Help me too. Comments are closed.
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