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I am just
a broken vessel,
That the potter made from clay,
But sometimes I do wonder
Just why I am here today.
I carry such a heavy heart,
From scars that I must bare,
Sometimes I even wonder,
Does anyone really care.
As hard as I try, I can’t win,
The ladder is harder to climb,
And the anguish I must carry,
Is mixed with tears combined.
My weary body is fading fast,
I suffer more each day,
I cry to Jesus up above,
Please Jesus, take it away.
Or take me up there with You Lord,
So I can be at peace,
It's then that all my heartaches,
Will forever cease.
©Ann Hart
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Quote: "Faith is like a lily, lifted high and
white"
~Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)
from Hope is like a
Harebell
Music: My Faith Looks Up To
Thee"
Earnest And Roline Ministries
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