115 it is simple, he is the lover of my soul

broken, you still patiently piece me back together.

useless, you still use what is left of me.

weak, you still invest strength to empower me.

undeserving, you still pour out your love to me.

i can’t fathom your grace.

i would rather sink in your love than feast on the pleasures that are earthly.

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