Thy gentle hands picked up
The shards of my shattering heart
Waiting to piece it back together
With the surest glue of humility.
I sought a freedom from my trials
And instead found strength to bear them.
My worries and cares threatened to beat me down
But Thy loving arms picked me up
Brushed away the dust
And brought me to Thy side
A welcoming safe-haven from the world
Lord, forgive me for my impatience
My unwillingness, my pride
My lack of faith in Thee
Forgive me
For not turning to Thee sooner.
TL
1:24am
10 January 2005
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