Anglican
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- Joined
- Nov 2, 2009
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- 358
What becomes of your comfort zone
When it's turned upside down
Something out of your control
Decides to come to town
A visit unexpected
That strikes a part of you
An unhealed place from long ago
That you've kept safe from view.
You thought that all those healing times
Put paid to inner pain
That all the careful snipping
Finally made you whole again
But God's a loving surgeon
His timing is perfection
And there's a reason that He leaves
A part of the infection.
If we were fully sanitized
We wouldn't want His touch
And we'd go on our merry way
Not needing Him so much
So as we seek His perfect will
For what we're going through
Remember that He needs our love
Cause nothing less will do.
