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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