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Lord you reached down to the bottom of the barrel and lifted me up from the mire and the scum. Thank you for calling me and for giving me the faith to come.
You touched my heart and washed it clean by the blood of your Lamb and made me whole again. Thank you Lord for taking away all the filthy stain.
Lord you are the potter I am the clay mold me and make me what you want me to be. So heavenly Father I may share you with others that they too may see.
There are times I falter and fail and fall on my face. At times I feel like to you I am a disgrace.
Lord lead guide and direct this child of yours and forgive me when I sin. Help me always to remember I have all the help I need because I have Christ living within.
08 May 2005
Great poem! I loved it. Just as a loving father should be, Our heavenly Father is never disgraced by us, but is always willing to forgive and pick us up when we fall. His love is so awesome!!!

07 December 2004
YOU STYLE OF POETRY IS BEAUTIFUL!