I was sitting at my computer earlier today and thought of this poem. Just a random thought at the spur of the moment. :)
My life to Him I give,
For it’s He that makes me live.
In ways I could never dream or see,
On my own I’m without humility.
I trip over every branch and stone,
Since my life I make my own.
Giving it away to thee
Is the only way to make me free.
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