Thursday, February 3, 2011

AfterAll


After all that I have done.
The battles fought, and lost and won.
Who could love me Lord as You?
Scarred ,imperfect,
through and through.

And after all that I have lived,
who but You could quite forgive.
Mistakes, heartbreaks, and pouring shame.
Arms outstretched to catch the rain.

And after all the hurt and pain
Are we ever whole again?
Can I ever rise to be,
all that You can see in me.

I wonder Lord, and wait on You.
Lead my heart in all I do.
Lead my hands to serve in Love.
Every good thing from above.
Every blessing Lord to see.
So much more than simply me.

Elizabeth 

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