If succombing makes me more like you...
...allow me to be your clay;
If trusting more reveals your light...
...allow me to be your day;
If bending to your will brings strength...
...allow me to be your reed;
If dying brings forth shoots of life...
...allow me to be your seed.
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How much of my "clay" is hard, set like stone already? Lumps of sin abound. Yet you state the goal well. In Jesus, I will try.
Love; Rick
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