Oh, how I can taste
Your sweet, saving grace
As it flows like raging rapids
Through my soul; I no longer feel trapped in
This grave that I've made -
In my bed of contentment.
I was a slave bound in chains,
But in You I am resting.
I drink Your words like water;
They refresh me, along with Your other sons and daughters.
I am but clay in my Potter's hands,
Being molded and matured to become a new man.
I am transformed with a naked heart;
Lord, You've been with me from the start.
(My name is Dustin Ashe and here I lie
Dead to the world, but fully alive.)
© 2011 Kaeli Riccardi
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