Perfection

Jun 25, 2005 00:12

The beginnings of a poem inside of me...
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All this time
I never knew
Perfection does not come
When I am put together

What happens inside me
Tends to stay there
But when I am broken
You make me something more
You take my hand
Whisper in my ear
And lead me on

It is then I realize
All I ever need
Is in You

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More later? Perhaps.

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anonymous June 30 2005, 02:11:53 UTC
That is a beautiful peom. You could almost put that into a song.
I can see God is working in you!

child-of-love-1Cor13

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Perfection ko_t2006 July 7 2005, 17:45:56 UTC
It seems to be the reason behind how many of us get caught up in the game of guilt because of the fact that we have this ficticious idea that as Christians we can make outselves perfect, but it's only by the blood of the lamb that the Lord looks upon us as blameless and perfect. It is impossible for anyone on this planet to see themselves or for someone else to see that we are perfect. It's In HIM!!!

Great Poem. I think there is more to it too!
Coty.

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