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Outpouring |
I am a fountain flawed Pouring forth Your love. Shimmering drops of mercy, Crystalline tears of compassion Overspill, tumble from my Foundation. I am merely an atomizer, A struggling conduit of Your Spirit, Not worthy of drying the feet Which carry me, nor the hands Which lift me. Selah. My heart is a cracked cistern Drawing from Grace, yet retaining Little from abundance offered. If from my modest reservoir I partake, Consider truly the vastness of its Source. by Lorraine Sautner |
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