Meditation: Appointing.

In my heart, dear Lord
there is room.
It is not as
Hospitable as it can be
But it is all
That I possess.

In Your hands, dear Lord
I want to stay
I am quite rough
Not polished
Not refined
But who i am now
Is not what I will be
when you have
completed this
great work within me.

In this world, dear Lord
I hear your calling
loud like thunder
yet soft as falling rain
“Who will go? Who can I send?”
You ask and
I must bend my knee
and put feet
To my little faith…
“Here I am, Dear Lord…
Send me!”


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