A Laud, oh Lord.

Imperfectly imperfect me.
Scarred by the uncertainties of life.
Lost in the abyss of self.
Pettiness. Grief. Envy. Strife.
Utterly flawed.

Your outstretched hands pulled me out.
Your loving, encouraging words to me spoken.
Moulded me like the perfect potter You are.
In Your presence, I’m broken.
Utterly thawed.

Swimming in the everlasting water of Your mercy.
Basking in the splendour of Your glory.
Blinded by the light of Your love.
You leave me..
Utterly awed.

love
‘lape.

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Author: Lape

Lover of Christ. Aficionado of art, words and cologne. Student medic. Amateur pianist. Vous parlez Français?

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