Oh Lord, how I tremble,

Could it be, you would use me?

So small, and how feeble,

Is it true, I represent you?

Oh me, I am but a worm,

Nothing to glory that is definitely me.

Yet how, my heart yearns,

To show love, that comes from above.

I see, thy blood cleans,

My very core, for my sin you bore.

Then Lord, by all means,

I will not strife, use all of my life.

The Feeble Minded Musings
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