_Do as thou,_
_upon thine great love,_
_as sweetest true._
_As thy lips spoke_
_worded wine vines;_
_thine maturity is in a knoweth of you._
_Tis many zephyr of voices;_
_solely one true whisper of truth_
_thine ears do hark._
_Furthest miles I've tend feet;_
_to descry purity of goodness,_
_Still short, for wickedness rests of mine heart._
_Unworthy by ur thought;_
_feeling unworthy to thou, O' God._
_Still, of thine acknowledgement of love;_
_myself not forgotten,_
_as so redeemed,_
_Liken to a resting shadow under the rising son._
_Deemed forth light;_
_shone out as vessels._
So Lord,
let your will be done of it's great love,
and all it's sweetest truths.
As I speak of you;
my words of grape vines,
has a maturity from knowing you.
Despite the world's many voices;
you're the whisper of truth in my ear.
I tried to find on my own,
_a purity of goodness._ But I fell so short,
because of the wickedness in my heart.
So I began to believe; I was unworthy,
and felt unworthy before you God.
But you still showed me your love,
remembering me;
and had me redeemed.
I was once a shadow,
but saved by the _Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ._
Now his light lives in me;
and I am his vessel.
For in first sights of morning,
he places a breath of love in my lungs,
the echoes of strength in my beating heart.
And the ways to my first steps of the day,
freely as his bountiful vessel.
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 5:27 AM UTC
_Do as thou,_
_upon thine great love,_
_as sweetest true._
_As thy lips spoke_
_worded wine vines;_
_thine maturity is in a knoweth of you._
_Tis many zephyr of voices;_
_solely one true whisper of truth_
_thine ears do hark._
_Furthest miles I've tend feet;_
_to descry purity of goodness,_
_Still short, for wickedness rests of mine heart._
_Unworthy by ur thought;_
_feeling unworthy to thou, O' God._
_Still, of thine acknowledgement of love;_
_myself not forgotten,_
_as so redeemed,_
_Liken to a resting shadow under the rising son._
_Deemed forth light;_
_shone out as vessels._
So Lord,
let your will be done of it's great love,
and all it's sweetest truths.
As I speak of you;
my words of grape vines,
has a maturity from knowing you.
Despite the world's many voices;
you're the whisper of truth in my ear.
I tried to find on my own,
_a purity of goodness._ But I fell so short,
because of the wickedness in my heart.
So I began to believe; I was unworthy,
and felt unworthy before you God.
But you still showed me your love,
remembering me;
and had me redeemed.
I was once a shadow,
but saved by the _Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ._
Now his light lives in me;
and I am his vessel.
For in first sights of morning,
he places a breath of love in my lungs,
the echoes of strength in my beating heart.
And the ways to my first steps of the day,
freely as his bountiful vessel.
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