Broken Vessels
My Best friend found me in my madness
I was broken destroyed in pain and near death
He carried me from within me he spoke
He used my own voice to talk with me
He washed me with his Blood
Walking within me he is my comforter my helper
Questions when I looked at the sky
Now I see he resides deep inside
I have his spirit not so that I can boast
He is The one worthy I am only his friend
Not glorified yet for I still live
Jesus thank you always for everything you have done and helped me with
Great are you Jesus my Best friend from forever
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