Dust
Lord, I am nothing before You to speak,
Strength have I not, for my being is weak.
Anything seen in my life that is good
Comes from Thy throne, in Thy mercies secured.
Without Your spirit would I not exist,
I, of my own, doth of nothing, consist.
Dust is my body, and sorrow, my soul
Virtues have I none for man to extol.
Anything good in myself is from Thee,
You give me eyes so this truth I may see.
Let this my heart know, repeat evermore
That I on my own would by all be deplored,
But only Your presence doth bring me my worth,
Let this my heart know all days on this earth.
Copyright © Stenila Simon | Year Posted 2022
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