• 09 Jan 2010 /  Poetry /  by Zach 2 Comments

    You hear my unspoken word,

    my thoughts both righteous and dishonoring,

    You tune my heart to where it needs to be

    when I’ve strayed from your perfect plan.

    Though I will always make mistakes

    please take my humble offering,

    I bring to you myself, O God,

    do with me what you can.

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    I won’t try to pace myself when I run to you!

    I’ll run all out and lose my breath just to be closer to

    The strong and powerful Father’s arms, the gentle healing hand,

    You’re face of awesome glory, my creator, great I Am.

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