You hear me as I am, Lord
And yet you love me still
I am nothing compared to your purity,
But you love me Lord
When I was a little girl
You wrapped your comfort around me,
and your peace held me as lightening struck
Now Lord when I am losing my footing
I stumble
and I am weak
You guide me with your wisdom and still the raging storms within me
Any good in me lord
It comes from you
Any strength in me Lord
It comes from your might
Any love in me Lord
It comes from your unconditional love,
so inevitably infinite.
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