A new poem of mine, my morning offering..
Though we're so frail and feeble,
often full of worldly woes.
God takes pleasure in His people,
with a love that only grows..
Since His love's a burning flame,
since we're precious in His sight,
should we not desire the same,
making God our soul's delight?
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