Once I walked in step with You, my ears straining for Your voice.
As the years passed and I grew older, I found things that seemed to matter more.
So I went on, gorging my fleshly soul, Starving the real me You made to be satisfied only by You…
until I'm at a place where everything disappoints,
Everything hurts my bleeding heart and crushes my crying soul,
Except You.
Do You really want me?
Am I really something?
How can I matter to You?
Me, a lowly piece of flesh who falls again and again,
Why
Do You always pick me up?
It's unexplainable, this love You have for me.
You extend Your Holy hand,
Clothe me in shining garments,
Reassure me again that You love me,
And have so much more for me.
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