More Like You Poem by ZaKyr Davis

More Like You



Today, Lord, I feel like violin strings being tuned.
With each twist of your fingers,
You adjust the tension,
As you stretch me,
To be more in harmony with your will.
I want to say 'Stop! '
But yout Word says,
You refine those you love.
How blessed I am that you care enough to fine-tune me,
To sound more like you,
Thats where i'll stand.

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