My Praise Remains

 My broken parts are not a mountain..

My flaws and faults are not a stain.

My weary bones are not my seat..

So come now heaven, so we can meet.


Up in arms, I toe the line..

As darkness closes, like cheapened wine.

Take thou away, what ails inside..

That I might drink, from your fountain wide.


Till time stands still, I am yours Oh Lord..

Though bruised and sore, you expand me broad.

As shepherds watch their flock by night..

Like the breeze, I am your great delight.


I fail in deed, so much at times..

Yet mercy comes, like bells which chimes.

Though I try, to stay in line..

My praise remains, where I hope to dine.


Consider my ways and keep my soul..

As I travel to paths, as yet unknown.

In heaven I know, there is prepared..

A bed adorned, like


roses red.

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