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Sunday, February 11, 2007

Make Me Yours

Ten o'clock at night
It's dark outside
My heart breaks
With every beat on the drums
Music is no comfort
Just a reminder of all that has been
And I just want to cry
Curl up and die
Why should I suffer?
Why feel unloved?
Just get it over with
It's just a life...

But my eyes fall
To a big leather book
The cover's worn
The pages are gray
The binding has broken
Tortured by years of love
Inside I see many things
Childish things
Serious things
Candy wrappers from youth group
Long ago.

As I read tears overflow
It says God is my help
What can man do to me?
I cry dear Jesus
Don't leave me now
I need you to be here
I need you to love me
Like your child
I need you to show me your way.

Not my will
But thine be done.

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