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  • I do not explain
    myself, how could I
    from day to day
    I am undone
    no longer this
    no longer that
    a new creation
    born each morning
    without a plan, no guile
    no pattern clearly stenciled
    simply prayer and praise
    and meditation
    and words. Words
    seem important now
    as I grow older,
    words are all the legacy
    I have as I approach
    the end of days,
    with deep anticipation
    the psalms I read,
    interpretations, thoughts of Him,
    the path He had to walk
    for my defiant pride
    and arrogance. My sin
    and His unceasing mercy,
    His faith in the created
    to repentance. Steeped in sin,
    my life is no example,
    and my witness tainted,
    I wonder why He chose
    to use this life.
    I have no choice,
    but to wait upon the Lord.

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