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In My Humble Cry
Lord, hear my humble cry.
Give me the words to express.
What the Spirit has placed within.
All to the glory of God.
In knowing in my own works.
I was but a branch that had fallen.
No good use but to start a fire.
While, one day Lord, you picked me up.
And grafted this branch into the Living Tree.
Placing the Spirit of fire within to consume.
In knowing,this was from your works.
Prune me daily, to remain just a small branch
Of the Living tree which gives back glory to God.
Give me the words , Lord to express this Love.
To be a cloud that brings the rain.
Pouring the Holy Spirit unto all seeking.
Let the trees clap with joy of the Love of God.
That, they would be in true color and beauty.
Each and every day that this joy within.
Would glow outwardly to a dying world.
To be a light in a world of darkness.
Let all come together in singing Psalms and hymns.
The birds would awaken in praising in One Song.
The bees and butterflies would help each other out.
In spreading this precious pollen that all receive.
The purpose of having this life transferred.
To bring nourishment, life and pure honey.
For, God the creator of all would smile,
Down on the Children worshiping in Spirit and Truth.
In One, Accord and Harmony.
Unity of the promised spirit drawing together.
Children of the Living God through Christ.
In my humble cry Lord, give me the words.
To express what God has placed within.
Copyright ©
Stephan McBride
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