Prayer of Gratitude

God, in what way should I express,
My gratitude for your holiness?
Though I feel I don't measure up,
It is You who continually fills my cup.
The thief will steal, kill, and destroy,
But You save us, change us, give us joy.
God, how can I convey,
That which I can't repay?
God, in what way can I show,
My gratitude…in ways I know?
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Forgiven

I don't feel forgiven—ever only needing it,
Like thoughts that become corrupted on a spit,
Not knowing who will pick me up,
Like an over-used and under-loved drinking cup.
What's the meaning of love anyway?
Sometimes all I can do is keep it away.
Does the Savior really know my name?
It might be a big reason why He came.
The Light shatters upon my soul like rain,
Washing away the senseless strain of pain.
Mistakes have been made, but made dim;
I am forgiven—ever only needing Him.
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