You caught me with an attitude,
Again today, Oh Lord,
And You called me out on my pride,
You pierced it like a sword.
For what I thought back then.
It wasn’t bad, but not gracious,
As my thoughts should have been.
I heard them loud and clear,
But I also heard that young man
Say that he holds You dear.
That we’re not all the same,
But we’re each still Your precious lambs,
And You call us by name.
Upon that nice young man.
He loves You and he clearly has
A real place in Your plan.
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face
to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon
you and give you peace.
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