Wonder

Wonder

In the Quiet reaches of my Soul
I Kneel in awe-struck wonder
That You should Love me,
Oh so Sweetly,
That You should Want me,
Unconditionally,
Though my every failing
Blatant Stands,
Laying Blame at my feet,
Accusing of the Precious Blood on my Hands,
Yet in Your Love You See No Crime,
And Whisper Gently
Thou Art Mine!

~Morgan~
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