After having come near and having held dear,
Neglecting that, You have left me.
Unto You I called not, Yourself I did not woo;
Yet nonetheless You were gracious.
Whether I accept or not, myself You invite;
You rescue me, by punishment rectified.
Don't turn away from me, Lord; be not displeased;
Trampling upon my heart, pray do not go off.
I realize that my life is Your gift;
Love, that too I understand and admit.
Externally You are harsh, but inside You're tender;
At heartcore this thought sways back and forth.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2022
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You shape my life, my mind define; and neath Your reins I trot.
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