Lord if I am broken
Let your love be poured out
Through the crevasses that mar
The virgin beauty of my soul.
Broken on this soil of a hostile land
Fit me for your service, an extension
Of your hand.
Reaching, ever reaching, for the
Wounded heart of man
Let me ever bear your burden, Lord
But use me if you can.
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Linda settles
www.RedeemingOurTreasures.com
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