"Perhaps my words get in the way,
Of the ultimate purpose You decree,
To show your glory off on display,
And your love for all to seize.
I try to make sense of this dizzy mess,
But all in my own futility,
Your Word declares that you won't regress,
So why do I wallow in self pity?
Hope and passion flow from Your Truth,
It's a joy to be called one of your own!
The daily reminders are more than proof,
That out of simple obedience your light has shone.
How freeing it is to let go of worry,
The doubt in myself 'And I doing enough?',
Again knowing it's all about Your glory,
The more you get out of polishing the rough.
I'm no expert in the ways of living life,
But I'll always be there to listen,
To the joy, the wonder, the dreams, the strife,
Trying my best to never miss them.
Do you ever wonder if there's someone alive,
Who cares about you truly?
I can't promise that we won't say goodbye,
But I vow that your story will move me.
Relationship is a tricky word,
One that's been abused, confused, misused,
It's true rawness viewed as absurd,
That two lives through love be fused.
Purpose boils down to a simple concept,
Expressed by the Son in dire circumstances,
With open arms to the poor, accept,
With a heart and spirit that dances."
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