God,
Hold within your hand
this broken and stained man.
ready to serve
working up the nerve
to be where he is called.
Instructed from above,
working with love.
Even in this place
I can see your face,
though often to it we're blinded
Give me the strength
to go the length,
this is where I should be
because you are with me
I love you and I follow.
Written 8/9/10
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