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Humble me

Broken in innocence,
Now my innocence is broken.
I am clay in your hands God.
Shape me into your Holy Son;
Because nothing else matters.
In my life, my life is not mine.
But yours, Oh Lord.
In my Broken state, you elect to Save my wounded soul.
But For your purposes God, use me.
Written by I_was_rare_once (RareDreamer)
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