What I was, what I am
What I hope to be, all of me
I'm owning it - the good, the bad
An offering to You, a soul made new
Time, money, talent, strength
What good is it if not invested?
The barns are full, I've more than I need
Soured milk, moldy bread, who needs a place to lay their head?
I won't be the man whose pockets were full,
and at the funeral bed, no word was said.
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No Thank you Sara for the encouragement in giving it all up to the Lord. We are inadequate but yet he can still use us for His glory. I hope we can talk soon!
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