use me somehow

through the tattered bits of my talent
that are left in my possession...
please God, use me somehow.

through the imperfections that constantly
chase and destroy me...
please God, use me somehow.

through the fear that fills my soul
and takes away my peace...
please God, use me somehow.

through the lust that chokes the seeds
that you've planted in my heart...
please God, use me somehow.

through the depression that shatters
the hope you've given me...
please God, use me somehow.

through all that is within me and
that I am without...
please God, use me somehow

-Jonathan Johnston


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