Monday, May 13, 2019

Rejoicing In a Hard Place - Re-Posted

Though I was born out of the place
That I was meant to be
I will not let that keep me from
Being the finest me.
 
I’ll sing a glory song to Him
For, though I’m out of place,
I’ve never been so far away
That I was out of Grace.
 
I may not have the room to grow
As big as others do,
But I am big enough to raise
A song of joy to You.
 
So Lord, You will not see me weep
For all that might not be.
I’m grateful for all that I have,

I’m blessed to just be me.  

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