Thursday, 22 January 2015


I am grateful that God has found uses for me.
I am grateful that what I can do can help. 
I am glad to be armour, sword or plow;
To protect, to fight, or to tear open
Deep furrows that ease
The sprouting of new and joyful life.

I am grateful and glad to be a useful tool.
I am grateful that it garners me merit.
I am grateful to fit so well to every hand.

I am glad, but also sad. 
I just wish...
Sinfully I wish
I was less useful,
And more loved.


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