My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,
Weak, wretched sinner though I be),
My trembling soul would fain be Thine;
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.
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She speaks for so many of us- -regrets are the very devil and it is difficult to feel forgiven for things done. She pleads for God's strength here to be handiwork. Great poem going on my fav list.10
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She speaks for so many of us- -regrets are the very devil and it is difficult to feel forgiven for things done. She pleads for God's strength here to be handiwork. Great poem going on my fav list.10