by me.
When we misbehave there is a price to be
paid and He will teach us in his own way.
I dissapoint you Lord everyday yet you still
allow me to come to you and say:
Lord im sorry for the things I do, the
things I focuss on that are not you.
The way I hide thinking you wont see, all
the shame and sin inside of me.
No matter how manny times I have knocked
before you always open that door.
It is always open to see how great your
love is for me.
Lord you show your infinite mercy when I
deserve it the least.
When times get rough and the storm arises, I
run and Hide, I beg and plead that you wont use me.
See Im weak and your strong, without you I
am nothing at all.
Copyright ©2009 Paul Michael Barham
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