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1d
A whisper in the leaves,
A plea on lips
Caught in a transitory
Moment.
“Make me more like You.”
Lord, make me Love.
Make me Joy, Peace.
Make me Compassion
And Grace.
All that You are—
All You made me to be,
Make me.
Take the string
Of my heart and 

Align it with Yours,
Until it only appears
As One.
Written by
Sia Harms
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