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To Yeshua Who Builds His Temple
The LORD, my God, He stands in my blind spot. What has light to do with my darknesses? He strikes me blind as soon's I think I see Removes the veil when I ask Him, for free.
Though I'm unwilling, He fashions my will He hollows my vessel, His Spirit to fill How is it God can use my weaknesses? His ways and timing, unlike mine, fail not.
But He can use me as an example As vessel and tool to build His temple!
Perfection I seek for myself in part Yet demand from others
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