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I Am For Christ

Please strengthen my testimony Lord. Help by being my sword, shield, and reward. Destroy that which is inside me, abhorred. Bring me aboard, and fully furnish me restored. As we travel across this stormy sea, Help me bail and stop all these water leaks. Be a motor in the back for me, And a rudder to steer me clear and free. Savior, I am unable, but Thou canst redeem. Please come rescue, release and restore me. I cry out for Thy mercy, peace and healing, So I can live in righteousness abundantly. I have not the power, and am not my own, But Thou canst plant, grow and reap, all seeds sown. I need Thee every moment, to not be alone. In the end, bring me home to bow at Thy throne. I am to follow Thee, so I must abide in truth. Please give me all Thy ways, and follow through. I need Thee to teach, preach and lead, to improve. I know Thy love is all I can do, so help me prove. Now I ask Thee wholly, to restore me in Thy grace. Glorious Father, I now fully embrace. I have so much to become, in all Thy ways. Hold me up tightly, to the light of Thy face. My offering is me, and Thou offered Thee, So let’s come together, and be one in deed. Sealed in Thy holy sacrifice, I am made free. Let this be all I’m after, for only this will suffice me.

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Date: 2/26/2022 4:57:00 AM
EXCELLENT!!! Definitely a "FAVE" Good morning Shane. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem today. Great topic, great rhythm, great flow.... Take care and God bless!
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Shane Brown
Date: 2/26/2022 2:37:00 PM
Thanks Valerie! I appreciate what you said, and I went back and made the rhythm and flow even a bit better, because I wanted to read again my latest edit version of this poem to see what you saw, and I saw where I could improve. I don't really pay too much attention to rhythm, as I've never even taken any poetry courses. So I'd say that writing is a gift, and I've just learned to refine it over the years. Thanks again so much!!

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