Dust Off The Book Poem by Kim Schilling

Looking down upon me, Lord, I feel you.
Tender touch upon my trembling hand;
how can I not know your love for me true?
For you have answered my every demand.

Though I have drifted from your faithful side,
with open arms you have welcomed me back.
Blinded with selfishness and worthless pride;
now humbly sentient for all I lack.

Give myself to you and beg compassion
My modest life with yours will intertwine
Your hopes I will meet in any fashion
Your power has healed these deep wounds of mine

Dust off the book and learn your blessed word,
Thank you, Lord, for finally, I have heard.



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