here I am Lord,
a mix of light and dark,
of talents and flaws,
of gifts and stumblings,
I am a bruised reed,
a smouldering wick,
a cracked pot...
but here I am,
ready to be
healed,
ready to be
fanned into flame,
longing to be filled
to overflowing
and to live in that
overflow...
set me free from all
that binds me,
help me to name my wounds
my torments,
my shortcoming,
then to see by your grace your gifts
released through them...
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here I am Lord
trembling in the presence
of your love,
ready to do your will..
