Lassitude; ennui; sloth
Oh dear Lord if only
I were made of finer cloth
But as you can clearly see
I am but a transparent sinner and
No matter the weave I show
You my dearest Lord can see below
You see right through me; I know!
For You my dearest Lord
Can see the knots and tangles
Though the world sees the outer tapestry
You understand the inner me
The underside of this weave
All the tangled threads; the pain; the loss
For You know my dearest Lord
It is only 'cos You live in this heart
That I may dream and understand
That I may have the faintest inkling
Of Your greatest master plan!
Thank you Lord for loving me!
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