The dust that’s gathered
©1-9-11 Hannah McLean
Darkened by the smatter
of the world’s defeat
I stumble on the journey
weighted at the feet
And in my clumsy faltering
I finally lift a cry
Pleading to my Father God
“Do not pass me by”
Oh wash away
the dust that’s gathered all along the way
and cleanse me
in Your blood until I’m free
You stand before me open
and offer “here I am”
You would never pass me by
it’s I who’ve turned and ran
I thank You for the weighted feet
that slow my stumbling pace
But now I ask You, “Wash me, Lord
I long to see Your face”
Oh wash away
the dust that’s gathered all along the way
and cleanse me
in Your blood until I’m free
Sunday, January 9, 2011
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