Even when there seems to be none,
Like a young, dying solider,
bleeding and torn from war,
There is nothing left of me,
I am shattered inside and dying,
No person can help me truly,
I've hurt so many years,
And struggled in trusting you,
Lord, help me change,
Cause with you, I am not beyond repair,
You love me despite my ungratefulness ,
And all of my despair,
Help me accept that you are there,
And leave me this way for a reason,
I give this war to you Jesus,
And toss it all away,
All of what I have done is rubbish,
Lord, take me as I am,
And make me whole.
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