Glory to God
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I ruffled up my feathers,
And I looked at the stars,
Shining with their bowing heads,
As they brought bundles of wheat,
Supplying me with barley for
My 40-day journey along the
Mountains
Who am I that the King of Kings would give one single thought about me and my brokenness?
Who am I that a baby boy born in Bethlehem, who grew up to be the Savior of all humanity and die on a cross to set this captive free?
If I am not to exist without the Glory of God,
than how could I ever possibly live without the fire of
His Spirit living in my soul?
How is it that I am here?..God
We wake with a heavy chest
From our yesterday's
Regrets
Feeling disgusted and blue
Fortunately,
When day breaks
For our sakes
We are forgiven and renewed.
