Though she is lost and out of place,
Far from her kin and kind,Yet still she blossoms with more joy
Than most of us can find.
She does not need a special place,
She blooms right where she is,
Because, no matter where she grows,
She knows that she is His.
Someday I hope to have the faith,
To bloom despite my place,
For I am growing deeper roots
Secured in God’s own Grace.
Psalm 119:176
I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands.
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