Poetry

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It's me again Lord calling out your name
I can't seem to hear or feel you
As I walk through all this pain.
I'm tired Lord and need a rest
The last few months have been a gruesome test
I call out to you both night and day
But it seems to me you have nothing to say.
Are you speaking in a still small voice
That perhaps I cannot hear?
If that is so Lord, then please come near.
I need your strength Lord
As I rise to face each day
I cannot make it on my own
For I'm jut a piece of clay.
I'm a broken vessel Lord
And I need to be restored
I know that you can do it
For you have done it before.
So keep me on the Potter's wheel
Until the work is done
For it is my desire
To glorify your Son

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