An Offering
Sometimes the things that happen, so unexpectedly
Are the things that have to happen, so that we can be set free.
Set free from beliefs that bind us, and blind us from what's true.
Changing us, shaping us, making us, a perfect offering for You.
A perfect offering for you, Lord, is who I long to be.
May all I think, and do, and say, be for Your glory.
Copyright © Ellen Fahey | Year Posted 2011
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