I Cry
 

At each day's end
I cry, to think
Another day's gone by
Filled full of up against it,
And I didn't stop, 
To pray,
Didn't stop
To even say:
Not mine, but Yours
The great I Am,
Yours, not mine
Behold the Lamb.
 
 
 
by J. Alan R.

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