Water Mixed With Grace
I do not know, the right words to say..
So I ask the Holy Spirit, to lead me when I pray.
When I utter MY words, I fail in my plight..
But when my helper comes, I can get up and fight.
Try as I may, to adorn what is fair..
I am burdened with comforts, that hinders my cheer.
I need intervention, throughout my day..
To go to deeper depths, when I bow down to pray.
To weep like Jeremiah, and speak without fear..
My garment must be spotless, and anointed with great care.
Yielding to be weakened, I cannot afford..
For the natural me is blinded, so I need to call on God.
Sometimes I am surrounded, with words that pierce my soul..
When courage fail my senses, and I loose sight of my goal.
It is in my darkest hour, I am lifted up..
By the one who calls me precious, and feeds me from his cup.
Without the Lord to guide me, I will be so lost.
My feast would be from pig pens, unknowing of the cost.
But flowing from my belly, came water mixed with grace..
To cleanse me from the inside, and clothe me in fine lace.
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