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I'm just a pen in my Creator's hand
Just a servant expecting his command:
I dare asking you Father
Help me in this sore land
Strengthen me, uplift me with your hand
And help me die daily on your shrine.
I want to die to selfishness
To worldly things, to fear;
To do what yesterday I was afraid to do
Whatever you will tell me
Dear Lord, I want to hear.
I ask you, Lord, be the King of my entire life
Take it, control it and live it in me;
I want to surrender my very close possession
Alowing you to clean my hidden mediation.
Lead me out of my safety zone
I wanna reach the furthest corner of my world.
To let your love be shown
Even to those who harshly mock me
Whose hearts are so hard to get into
I wanna die, Jesus, daily for YOU.
© Sabina Rosca
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