Through You

I come before you Oh 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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