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O Lord, do I know You?

Not as You know me, that’s for sure.


Have I sought you as much as I might?

Not as much as You searched for me, that’s for sure.


O Jesus, I have met with You

Seen my sin die with You

Only for me to breathe in it’s stench of death again.


But you walk with me still

On this journey

Of light and shade

But never darkness

Never again

For you are with me

You told me so

Never to leave me

Never letting me go.


So here I am,

wrapped in White,

drenched in red,

beside You walking

even in the shade.


Walking with You

As You journey with me

where I sometimes lose sight of You,

but You are with me still.


You keep your promises…



…I am glad You are not a man.


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