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Unworthy

How can I ask you for help
Im just a common man
My needs are so small
Greater problems fill your hands
Yet when I ask you're never far
Faithful and true you always are
To heal my wounds and guide my feet
My every need Lord you meet.

Who am I to call on your name
I'm just a speck, a small, sand grain
Yet time after time you hear my call
You catch me every time I fall
I could never, ever find a way
The debt of your grace to repay.

Thank you lord for all you've done
For sending me your only son
Tho I crucified him with my sins
Your love for me never dims
My every longing you do supply
I want for nothing as days go by
And yet when I forget to thank you
Your blessings still come pouring through

And though I'm no one, just little me
You took time to reach me specifically
So it's all I can do to take this time
To write these words that seem to rhyme
To take this moment and glorify you in it
And thank you for grace that's sufficient

8.30.15

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