I may have lots of prickly
flaws,
A few that I regret,And I have made some real mistakes
I wish I could forget.
But each time that my prickles show
I step back and reset
For, though I’m seeking perfection,
I’m not through blooming yet!
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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