Mercy

26/11/2014 by adeeyoyo 3 Comments

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O God, King of all kings,

King of all things under the sun

Since life begun,

You mould me like clay

Of which I am made,

But what have I done ~

I am but a tool for Your use,

A nail in Your cross,

The wood for Your saw,

And I always fall short.

Perfection is Yours for the taking,

Yours for the making.

I fail to preach what You teach,

Help my soul to reach,

To touch the hem of Your cloak

To provoke Your healing hands.

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©Denise G Allen, 26 November 2014 06:56