Unworthy

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I found myself face down, prostrate
Upon the rough and stony ground
While all around the air was bright
With multi-coloured shining light.

I hid myself in shame from Him
Who understood and called my name,
A sinner with myself to blame.

He raised me up from where I lay
And filled me with His holy love ~
I felt His warmth surrounding me
And His compassion condoning me.

Take me, O Lord, for I am yours,
Remove my scars and heal my sores.
And be my God for ever more.

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©Denise G Allen, Monday, 17 February 2014 01:04