Poetry

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Lord, I am just a servant.
Nothing grand or fine.
'My' words are not so clever,
all they do is rhyme.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,
for all the world to see.
Because I want them to see You,
Living inside me.

I am just a misplaced child,
stumbling back Home.
Yet You Love Me, as I am,
calling me Your Own.

I need You Father,
Every Day.
Cover over me.
Just a servant,
Just a child.
Help me 'Shine' for Thee.

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