my hands are unfit to the task.

Sat, 06/17/2017 - 15:52 -- dmj3473

If my mouth had adequate words to declare your praise,

I would never cease from speaking

Of a love more rich and complete than my heart could ever contain,

 A hope that’s ever freeing

 

And As sit here and compose my prose,

my feeble attempts to with mortal words,

Declare the praise of the Infinite King.

Who for me both died and rose

 

My eyes have both seen and do declare,

the wonders of my savior,

the greatness and sacrifice of a King who would

destroy both death and despair.

 

Alas my hands are untrained, my mind not fit for the tasks

Of praising the one who is greater that words could describe,

The one who is Word, love and mercy will forever last.

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