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I am a work in progress
Contributed by
brasco
on
Monday, 27th December 2010 @ 07:40:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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I am a work in progress I have desires unfit for common men I have placed myself as if a Lord Yet rule my life to no avail
I am a wretch but more a fool Laying waste to mine own house Dear I seek the Masters hand Dear I hope for a Redeemer
May an unbeliever call His Name Will He hear the cry of a doubting heart Can a skeptics prayers float above rafter Should I stay my unworthy tongue
Still I must beseech the Master Forger May His bellows crack the fires to a roar Then beat and fashion this broken form A noble son to serve his Sovereign Lord
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Re: I am a work in progress
(User Rating: 1 ) by LandsleyAlexandre on
Monday, 27th December 2010 @ 12:26:28 PM AEST (User
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Come to think of it we are all a big load of paper work in progress... |
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Re: I am a work in progress
(User Rating: 1 ) by unknown_utopia on
Monday, 27th December 2010 @ 02:28:05 PM AEST (User
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InnerVisions of a modern man
well done. |
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Re: I am a work in progress
(User Rating: 1 ) by Voyager on
Monday, 27th December 2010 @ 06:39:35 PM AEST (User
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"May an unbeliever call His Name
Will He hear the cry of a doubting heart"
That was a great line...kinda summed it up for me. The difficulty of faith in an age of science. Great poem. I can relate fully. |
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