Who even am I?
What is this life?
What am I doing here?
I search for a mirror,
Me myself and I in strife.
What is my life?
Father God take the knife.
For You I will wait here;
Here, me and my life.
Yours to come and take,
Just come and take it away,
Take this life, and make it new,
And then always, my heart will say;
This life is Yours, what You make;
Make it what You will.
Show me what I am to You,
That I may be marked by Your will.
Cut into my arm
Right to the bone
Leave Your mark.
Sign Your name.
That I would know my arm as Your arm,
And never be alone.
That I might reflect Your light in the dark,
And leave Your name in my home.
I want to let You forever be;
Who I am.
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Poetry/Prayers to God (2023)
PuisiI've kept a prayer journal for the past month, and I can definitely see how it can be lyrical, I definitely won't be putting all of my prayers here, and with it being for anyone to read, it will likely focus on things less personal to my life, as we...
