I am poured out
Like water that flows
Hoping somehow
My life in Christ shows

Wanting to bless
Sometimes I fall short
But I get up and try again
His love to report

Mercies are new
Every morning they are
Satan tries hard
To remove mornings Star

Battle upon battle
In prayer I must go
Thanking our Father
For the Holy Spirits flow

Without Him I am nothing
Nor ever shall be
But in His arms safely
My soul shall be free

He made me uniquely
Like all of His own
It makes me smile sweetly
That in His eyes I’m known

copyright 2017 Jean Chamblee Thomas

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