Precious Jesus.
Breathe life.
Into the sagging.
The flagging.
Create again.
A new heart.
A "love" spirit.
Within.
Me.
I reach my arms up high.
Reaching for YOU.
If I can just get my hands on Your coat.
And all that love.
Acceptance.
Understanding.
To stand in the light of YOU.
So I can be more of ME.
The me You have in mind.
And wash the dust, Lord.
That clings to these hands.
Make me clean, now.
So I can look...
Like YOU,
Bernadette
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