Your love is deep and broad, abundant, so true.
I am weak and selfish, worthless with you.
Sanctified in your mercy, raised up in your grace,
the only reason for my breath is so I can run this race.
To see you at the finish line,
to prove to the world that you are mine.
To let the light of Christ shine,
and reveal that your purpose is divine.
When I'm tired. When I'm hungry. When I'm hurting, down and out.
I could mope and hang my head,
drop my lip and start to pout.
Or choose to find strength in your truth.
The words on these pages provide proof.
You are worth every minute,
down to my last second.
Every day of each year,
Stay close. Lord stay near. -cm
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