The Mistress of Word Play

Who am I dear Lord,
and what gives me the right,
to be so very difficult,
and still share in your light?

There have been times I've fallen from your grace.
Seen the disappointment and sorrow on your face.
Felt teardrops burning on my cheek.
Forgive me Lord, for I am weak.

I have done as those others do.
Yes, brought that sadness unto you.
Why is it that I cannot stay,
with you beside me through the day?

When I was thirsty, you always filled my cup,
and when hardships drove me down, you picked me up.
No matter how far, I would try to flee,
you would always come and rescue me.




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