GOD
Where I see no path, You clear the way.
I am in a constant blizzard, a tundra, wandering aimlessly. Nothing but falling snow clouds my vision.
But You, Lord, take this vagabond and leads her.
When I feel alone, You are with me.
I cannot find a place of shelter on Earth to rest. Always, coonstantly moving, no permanent house for me to reside.
But You, Lord, dwell in Her and she dwells in You.
Where I am broken, You mend with your Grace.
I am sinful and imperfect. Water made murky and undrinkable, always thristy.
But You, Lord, cleanse her with Your pure Love.
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