Thursday, March 12, 2009

untitled poem

Jesus, my Savior, my life,
I am but Your lowly servant,
Yet You willingly sacrificed,
Helping us realize Your light.

I don't worth anything at all,
Yet You somehow find my purpose,
You let me respond to Your call,
And under Your wings find repose.

You are the Lord, my only God,
You let my heart beat unceasing,
I find comfort in the praises that I sing,
Let me sing some more for You, Lord.

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