05.18 Stray

Hands that break things, lends comfort with one touch

Lips that speak all lies, utter truth and worship

Wandering feet now on the right path

One busy mind made still

A drifting soul re-focused on one goal

Person made whole

Grateful that Your mercies rise like the sun.

This heart tends to stray, yet You make me new everyday.

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