Anglican
Member
- Joined
- Nov 2, 2009
- Messages
- 358
Despite the eyes I use to see
The feelings that I feel
I know that deep within my heart
Your presence is so real
For You are working ceaselessly
To change the things I hate
The Spirit is refining me
If only I will wait.
Give me patience to endure
Attacks of doubt and fear
As I wander in a mist
Your breath will blow it clear
That I may be Your loving child
Whose purpose You can use
No longer willful and defiled
But perfect without bruise.
The feelings that I feel
I know that deep within my heart
Your presence is so real
For You are working ceaselessly
To change the things I hate
The Spirit is refining me
If only I will wait.
Give me patience to endure
Attacks of doubt and fear
As I wander in a mist
Your breath will blow it clear
That I may be Your loving child
Whose purpose You can use
No longer willful and defiled
But perfect without bruise.
