My words don’t change God
They change me
Small prayers poured out on paper
Begging to be heard and seen

He sees between
The broken lines
And understands the heart

I do not fear
Being misunderstood
God understands
God finds the good

Each broken sentence
Scribbled for his glory
I may hold the pen
But he writes the story

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  1. Beautiful!

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