Psalm Glenn Jordan
A gift of poetry you’ve given me; To not use it for your glory, foolish. Words can’t express what’s been given by Thee, So to give you glory I write this wish: That, in time, it may be used for your wills. That these words I write won’t be mine, but yours. May your words infect and cure men their ills, And perhaps be read upon distant shores. Lord God, please hear the prayers that I speak. That sins I must amend will hurt my heart. That I turn to you when sin makes me weak. That, if you want me, your words give me start. I pray this poetry will draw in men To you, Lord God, who gave all, Amen.
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