Through You

I come before You O Lord,
broken and corrupt,
a lowly lump of clay
ready to be shaped
by Your blessed and holy hand.

Teach me Your ways
that I may walk in them forever,
show me Your truth
that it might be engraved in my soul,
immerse me in Your love and grace
that I might find life more abundant,
shine Your light before my eyes
that they may be blind no more.

Through You are all things made new,
through You are all things possible,
through You do we find strength,
through You do we have hope.
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