Love Them More

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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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