I am Your poetry. Lord, write Your Word in me
until I’m a perfect reflection of you.
I am Your own design. Lord, live Your life through mine
until I’ve finished all You’d have me to do.
I am Your piece of art. Lord, break my world apart
until I’m willing to humbly bow.
I am Your tapestry. Lord, weave Your will in me
until I have what You have for me now.
I am Your jar of clay. Lord, mold me in Your way
until I serve the use for which I was made.
I am Your precious jewel. Lord, use me as Your tool
to shine Your holy light into this dark place.
But how can I shine Your light if I hide in the dark?
I can’t share Your love if I won’t share my heart.
It’s a mystery. I know You made me.
So why is it that’s not enough,
when it’s always been more than enough?
I have what You have for me.
Monday, October 11, 2010
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