hopping free

there was

a sparrow hopping free

without doubt

or fear

taking in the morning light

and how much more

will He care 

for me?

in my weakness

who have I but my Lord?

as I lean broken

and weary

into arms willing

to carry me in love

I need not be able

no, I must be

nothing, that He

might be all

if there be any glory

in this dying

may it all be unto Him

here am I, Lord

use me as You will

the shattered pieces are Yours

as I am willing

to be willing

to be rebuilt

by Your hands

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