A Prayer

Lord, my God

take these words from quivering lips

as worship

hear my cry

 

take these tears from searching eyes

as a confession

make me new

 

take the shaking from trembling shoulders

as a surrender

hold me now

 

oh how I long for Your presence.

This poem is about: 
Me

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