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No doubt about it, Lord:
my heart's sometimes a harbor
where harsh judgments dock
and bitter thoughts float freely
over dark waves green with envy...
A harbor choked with grudging wrecks
and angry dregs stirred up
from murky deeps...
A cold cove it is, craving warmth
and a sea change of your grace...
Rescue me, Lord, from this lagoon:
unload my heart's hold of words and wishes
only stored for spite...
Sweeten the stale waters my soul sails
and fill me with a cargo of kindness,
such as I might seek from others...
Rise like the sun over my heart's bow
and with the dawn's warmth
cleanse and heal me...
I trust you, Lord,
and pray you'll sail me home
to the harbor of your heart,
the port for which I'm bound...
Amen.
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Sweeten the stale waters my soul sails
and fill me with a cargo of kindness,
such as I might seek from others...
Rise like the sun over my heart's bow
and with the dawn's warmth
cleanse and heal me...
I trust you, Lord,
and pray you'll sail me home
to the harbor of your heart,
the port for which I'm bound...
Amen.
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