My LORD, my Jesus,
With these lips I've spoken lies,
With these thoughts I've ran and hide.
Without eyes I could not see,
With your breath you've made me be.
With my soul I long to feel,
With my hands I long to heal.
With my heart I yield to thee,
With the truth you set me free.
Love Sam
Friday, April 18, 2003
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