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Love Them More
Looking down at helpless hands
The world reminds me I’m just hu-man
I wonder aloud “What can I do?”
And look to God to make it through
For any sign of yay or nay,
Do or don’t, or go or stay
In the pain of heart’s unrest,
“I’m trying, Lord, my very best.”
But is that true? My acts protest.
Too many times, I’ve failed the test.
“Search me, Lord. Make me true.”
“Then, love them more, I command of you.”
by: Ebony Elice Gray
02/19/2021 9:15 AM CST
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