26/40Lent
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Be a mirror to my soul Lord
This day, this dusk, this night, I must
know, see, how You see me. If we were together in Gethsemane, would you ask me to stay awhile with You? Would You trust me with Your safety; would You know for sure, I wouldn't deny You when asked? Would I like What You say, when You describe me; and if You ask, I'd say -.
I, be a tree in Your Garden. A flower in Your Vineyard, the fragrance of Your Thoughts. Ah, big order! Often I'm a thorn, a spikey tendril, a witheting root, a falling leaf.
Tell me how I look to You. Tell me, how do I look next to You....
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