i am lowly
i am week
You are lovely
You are strong
i am rotten through and through
There is no hope at all
You tell me I am pure now
You have cleansed my all
I smile when I look to you
I know your words are true
Then i see my own hands again
as i lose sight of You
i cannot find that smile
when i do not look to You
By Fawn McNeill Barr
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