Greet
Lord
As I greet
The Face
Who always
Longs to
See mine
May my joy
Radiate
And spread
To dry bones
And broken pieces
true
Lord You don’t My accomplishment You want My obedience A trust Without condition I could try And give You the world Then I Remember It’s yours The purest love Requires Not grand gestures And public audiences But quiet resolve To be The best Ambassador For the Kingdom
Great poem dear
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