You took me out of my sinful mire
And like gold, purified me with Your Word's fire.
Scraped the dross out of the victim in me,
And made me a victor, Your love set me free.
This clay You have molded from lowly earth,
Blessed me with knowledge of my eternal worth.
You mercy and love were enough reasons
For You to chose me, guide me through life's seasons.
Now I race on forward, focused on this cause:
From victim to victor, I live for Your purpose.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~08.18.18
"I run in the pathof Your commands,
for You have set my heart free."
(Psalm 119: 32)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mommy Cynthia, such an uplifting poem....10+++¥