I hear your promise faithful one
And yet, my grip is weak, alone
I cannot seem to hold the faith
Nor in your presence stay and bathe.
To bear the fruit of promised grain
Or ‘bove earth’s grime, new life obtain.
O Faithful One, so great your love
That fills the void, O heavenly dove,
Who plants new seed, and brings new hope,
Though long my way I slip and grope
Towards the light of your new day,
Come bear your fruit in me, all ways.
”The Ragamuffin who sees his life as a voyage of discovery and runs the risk of failure has a better feel for faithfulness than the timid man who hides behind the law and never finds out who he is at all,” - Brennan Manning - the Ragamuffin Gospel
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