Pray
In the realm of my redeemer I am whole.His view surpasses my flaws.
I bow,joyfully,sorrowfully,and in my most melancholy hour.
His strength is my power.
Alone I share the deepest,most desolate,yet delicate depths of my soul.
For only one to hear,one to know.Judge me not in this life,in this hour.
His strength is my power.
Copyright © Chere Heath | Year Posted 2011
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