I try, I try, I try.
And I fail.
In my brokenness
In my weakness
In my unhappiness
In my unloveliness
Even In my sinfulness
you use me.
You use me when I'm not trying.
I'm at peace when I'm not trying.
I'm at a loss for words when I'm not trying.
I feel Your presence when I'm not trying.
You use me,
even if it causes me to become weak, dirty, messy, helpless, homeless, broken.
For Your Glory. Your Glory alone.
I need not try.
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