On my knees I come humbly,
Looking over the years I have wasted,
Pick up and send me out,
For I am broken to pieces and ready to fix it,
In me all I see is a remorseful man,
Lend me your hand and pick up my parts,
For this is a remorseful heart,
My eyes, let it go away from pride,
I love to worship your on high,
It's a remorseful heart.
© Gabriel T. Saah
It's up to each of us to repair the faults in our lives. It starts with thinking. Thinking turns into words, words to deeds, deeds to habits, habits harden into character. So watch the thoughts and their ways with care and let it all spring from love.
If you're in a leaky boat on a big lake and you have a bucket and a paddle it's only you who can bail out and paddle to the shore.
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